The Works of Matthew Arnold, Volume 4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... prose of the critic . of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what ...
... prose of the critic . of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what ...
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... prose is intolerable . When we find Milton writing : And long it was not after , when 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 ...
... prose is intolerable . When we find Milton writing : And long it was not after , when 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 ...
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... prose . So , too , the time had likewise come when our nation felt the imperious need of freeing itself from the ... prose was a necessity ; but it was impossible that a fit prose should establish itself amongst us without some touch of ...
... prose . So , too , the time had likewise come when our nation felt the imperious need of freeing itself from the ... prose was a necessity ; but it was impossible that a fit prose should establish itself amongst us without some touch of ...
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... prose and reason , of our excellent and indispensable eighteenth century . For the purposes of their mission and destiny their poetry , like their prose , is admirable . Do you ask me whether Dryden's verse , take it almost where you ...
... prose and reason , of our excellent and indispensable eighteenth century . For the purposes of their mission and destiny their poetry , like their prose , is admirable . Do you ask me whether Dryden's verse , take it almost where you ...
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... prose and reason . Though they may write in verse , though they may in a certain sense be masters of the art of versification , Dryden and Pope are not classics of our poetry , they are classics of our prose . Gray is our poetical ...
... prose and reason . Though they may write in verse , though they may in a certain sense be masters of the art of versification , Dryden and Pope are not classics of our poetry , they are classics of our prose . Gray is our poetical ...
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Page 36 - 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 50 - 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 148 - 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 142 - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Page 38 - 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 16 - 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 40 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne ! We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine : But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne ! And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o...
Page 29 - 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...
Page 354 - Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Page 186 - But let no one suppose that a want of humour and a self-delusion such as Shelley's have no effect upon a man's poetry. The man Shelley, in very truth, is not entirely sane, and Shelley's poetry is not entirely sane either. The Shelley of actual life is a vision of beauty and radiance, indeed, but availing nothing, effecting nothing. And in poetry, no less than in life, he is "a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.