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... Novel . ' There is a tone of too much bitterness and defiance in all this , a tone which he with great propriety subdued and corrected when he wrote his beautiful preface to Endymion . But the thing to be seized is , that Keats had ...
... Novel . ' There is a tone of too much bitterness and defiance in all this , a tone which he with great propriety subdued and corrected when he wrote his beautiful preface to Endymion . But the thing to be seized is , that Keats had ...
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... novels and poems ; a poem on the Wandering Jew , in seven or eight cantos , he sent to Campbell , and was told by Campbell that there were but two good lines in it . He had solicited the correspond- ence of Mrs. Hemans , then Felicia ...
... novels and poems ; a poem on the Wandering Jew , in seven or eight cantos , he sent to Campbell , and was told by Campbell that there were but two good lines in it . He had solicited the correspond- ence of Mrs. Hemans , then Felicia ...
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... novel of Madame Bovary , Sainte - Beuve observed that in Flaubert we come to another manner , another kind of inspiration , from those which had prevailed hitherto ; we find ourselves dealing , he said , with a man of a new and ...
... novel of Madame Bovary , Sainte - Beuve observed that in Flaubert we come to another manner , another kind of inspiration , from those which had prevailed hitherto ; we find ourselves dealing , he said , with a man of a new and ...
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... novel of which I am going to speak there is not a line , not a trait , brought in for the glorification of Russia , or to feed vanity ; things and characters go as nature takes them , and the author is absorbed in seeing how nature ...
... novel of which I am going to speak there is not a line , not a trait , brought in for the glorification of Russia , or to feed vanity ; things and characters go as nature takes them , and the author is absorbed in seeing how nature ...
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... now to speak . Count Leo Tolstoi is about sixty years old , and tells us that he shall write novels no more . He is now occupied with religion and with the Chris- S at some peril in the process . Put in one VIII 257 COUNT LEO TOLSTOI.
... now to speak . Count Leo Tolstoi is about sixty years old , and tells us that he shall write novels no more . He is now occupied with religion and with the Chris- S at some peril in the process . Put in one VIII 257 COUNT LEO TOLSTOI.
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Page 45 - 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.
Page 63 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 196 - He heard it, but he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 47 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 19 - Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Page 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf 'ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 172 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Page 153 - Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities — may these sounds Have their authentic comment; that even these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!
Page 31 - It is the spoudaiotes, the high and excellent seriousness, which Aristotle assigns as one of the grand virtues of poetry. The substance of Chaucer's poetry, his view of things and his criticism of life, has largeness, freedom, shrewdness, benignity; but it has not this high seriousness. Homer's criticism of life has it, Dante's has it, Shakespeare's has it. It is this chiefly which gives to our spirits what they can rest upon; and with the increasing...