Specimens of Modern English Literary CriticismWilliam Tenney Brewster Macmillan, 1907 - 379 sivua |
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Sivu xxix
... eye of the reader of themes . To condemn them and , by inference , all student criti- cism is an easy task , and it ... eyes shut , or they are very exclamatory , and in either case half a dozen pages of such talk is not good . They are ...
... eye of the reader of themes . To condemn them and , by inference , all student criti- cism is an easy task , and it ... eyes shut , or they are very exclamatory , and in either case half a dozen pages of such talk is not good . They are ...
Sivu 42
... eye traced the plots . Theirs were the symbols ; mine are the words . What is it the sisters are ? What is it that they ... eyes are sweet and subtle , wild and sleepy , by turns ; oftentimes rising to the clouds , oftentimes challenging ...
... eye traced the plots . Theirs were the symbols ; mine are the words . What is it the sisters are ? What is it that they ... eyes are sweet and subtle , wild and sleepy , by turns ; oftentimes rising to the clouds , oftentimes challenging ...
Sivu 43
... eyes , if they were ever seen , would be neither sweet nor subtle ; no man could read their story ; they would be found filled with perish- ing dreams , and with wrecks of forgotten delirium . But she raises not her eyes ; her head , on ...
... eyes , if they were ever seen , would be neither sweet nor subtle ; no man could read their story ; they would be found filled with perish- ing dreams , and with wrecks of forgotten delirium . But she raises not her eyes ; her head , on ...
Sivu 44
... eyes , rising so high , might be hidden by distance . But , being what they are , they cannot be hidden ; through the treble veil of crape which she wears , the fierce light of a blazing misery , that rests not for matins or for vespers ...
... eyes , rising so high , might be hidden by distance . But , being what they are , they cannot be hidden ; through the treble veil of crape which she wears , the fierce light of a blazing misery , that rests not for matins or for vespers ...
Sivu 52
... eyes , By Love so vainly fed ; So lust of old the Deluge punished . - Cowley . All arm'd in brass the richest dress of war , ( A dismal glorious sight ) he shone afar . The sun himself started with sudden fright , To see his beams ...
... eyes , By Love so vainly fed ; So lust of old the Deluge punished . - Cowley . All arm'd in brass the richest dress of war , ( A dismal glorious sight ) he shone afar . The sun himself started with sudden fright , To see his beams ...
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admiration alliteration Arnold artistic beauty Besant better called Canterbury Tales character Chaucer classic Coleridge Cowley Dickens Dickens's distinction Dryden Edgar Poe effect English essay estimate example expression eyes fact faculty fancy feeling fiction genius George Eliot give human idea imagination impression intellectual interest John Ruskin judgment kind language less literary criticism literature living manner matter means metaphysical poets Milton mind modern moral nature never Nevermore novel object opinion Ovid passion peculiar perfect perhaps Petrarch philosophical Pickwick Papers pleasure Poe's poem poet poetic poetry principle prose question Quincey Quincey's reader reason regard Robert Montgomery Ruskin seems sense Shakespeare sort soul sound speak spirit stanza story style Suspiria Swift taste things thou thought tion true truth Ulalume Venus and Adonis verse Virgil whole words Wordsworth writing
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Sivu 289 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Sivu 299 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order...
Sivu 228 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Sivu 304 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Sivu 146 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Sivu 290 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Sivu 280 - But enough of this : there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow. Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.
Sivu 266 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Sivu 145 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Sivu 285 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...