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... wrote of Dr. Johnson , can any one doubt that it would throw an immense light upon the many literary puzzles which are to be found in his writings , and which have perplexed genera- tions of commentators and evoked hundreds of volumes ...
... wrote of Dr. Johnson , can any one doubt that it would throw an immense light upon the many literary puzzles which are to be found in his writings , and which have perplexed genera- tions of commentators and evoked hundreds of volumes ...
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... wrote " sad stuff ; " some people , by no means deficient in abilities , can read " Pickwick " without a laugh or even a smile ; Macaulay , Mr. Trevelyan tells us , was so disgusted with the unconven- tional style of Ruskin and Carlyle ...
... wrote " sad stuff ; " some people , by no means deficient in abilities , can read " Pickwick " without a laugh or even a smile ; Macaulay , Mr. Trevelyan tells us , was so disgusted with the unconven- tional style of Ruskin and Carlyle ...
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... wrote in 1391 a trea- tise " On the Astrolabe " for the use of his little son Lewis . Having thus enumerated the chief minor works of Chaucer , we pass on to the consideration of the " Canterbury Tales , " to which alone we propose to ...
... wrote in 1391 a trea- tise " On the Astrolabe " for the use of his little son Lewis . Having thus enumerated the chief minor works of Chaucer , we pass on to the consideration of the " Canterbury Tales , " to which alone we propose to ...
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... . " Chaucer , " wrote John Foxe , " seems to have been a right Wyclevian , or else there never was any ; and that all his works almost , if they be thoroughly advised , will testify . " But portions of the " Parson's Tale.
... . " Chaucer , " wrote John Foxe , " seems to have been a right Wyclevian , or else there never was any ; and that all his works almost , if they be thoroughly advised , will testify . " But portions of the " Parson's Tale.
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... wrote Dryden , " I confess is not harmonious to us . They who lived with him , and some time after him , thought it musical , and it continues so , even in our judgment , if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower , his ...
... wrote Dryden , " I confess is not harmonious to us . They who lived with him , and some time after him , thought it musical , and it continues so , even in our judgment , if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower , his ...
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Page 123 - I modestly but freely told him ; and, after some further discourse about it, I pleasantly said to him, ' Thou hast said much here of Paradise Lost, but what hast thou to say of Paradise Found...
Page 273 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 62 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Page 85 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 116 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 92 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
Page 111 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former.
Page 72 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? — Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. — Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 156 - Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out; it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips, and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack, and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.
Page 247 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral, easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting: whatever images it can supply, are long ago exhausted; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind.