Acme Library of Standard Biography: Second SeriesAmerican Book Exchange, 1880 - 552 หน้า |
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หน้า 31
... reader of Chaucer and of the few contemporary remains of our literature . About our national life in this period , both in its virtues and in its vices , there is something - it matters little whether we call it - childlike or childish ...
... reader of Chaucer and of the few contemporary remains of our literature . About our national life in this period , both in its virtues and in its vices , there is something - it matters little whether we call it - childlike or childish ...
หน้า 41
... readers a psychological romance , in which a combination of symbolisations and personified abstractions supplied the characters of the moral conflict represented . Bestiaries and Lapidaries had familiarized men's minds with the art of ...
... readers a psychological romance , in which a combination of symbolisations and personified abstractions supplied the characters of the moral conflict represented . Bestiaries and Lapidaries had familiarized men's minds with the art of ...
หน้า 60
... reader as a less consistent character in Chaucer than in Boccaccio . But there is true art in the way in which , in the English poem , our sympathy is 66 first aroused for the heroine , whom , in 60 [ CHAP . CHAUCER .
... reader as a less consistent character in Chaucer than in Boccaccio . But there is true art in the way in which , in the English poem , our sympathy is 66 first aroused for the heroine , whom , in 60 [ CHAP . CHAUCER .
หน้า 62
... readers be wroth with the destiny of his heroine rather than with him- self . His own heart , he says , bleeds and his pen quakes to write what must be written of the falsehood of Cressid , which was her doom . Chaucer's nature ...
... readers be wroth with the destiny of his heroine rather than with him- self . His own heart , he says , bleeds and his pen quakes to write what must be written of the falsehood of Cressid , which was her doom . Chaucer's nature ...
หน้า 63
... reader with a resolution already habitual to him — to read more and more , instead of resting satisfied with the knowledge he has already acquired . And in the last of the longer poems which seem assign- able to this period of his life ...
... reader with a resolution already habitual to him — to read more and more , instead of resting satisfied with the knowledge he has already acquired . And in the last of the longer poems which seem assign- able to this period of his life ...
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admiration already Areopagitica beauty called Canterbury Tales century character Chaucer Church Coleridge Cowper death delight England English epic eyes Faerie Queene fancy father feeling French Gabriel Harvey genius hand happy heart House of Fame human imagination Ireland Irish John Keswick King Lady language Latin learning less letters literary literature lived London look Lord Lord Grey matter ment Milton mind moral nature never Olney once pamphlets Pantisocracy Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passage passion perhaps Petrarch poem poet poet's poetical poetry political prose Puritan Ralegh reader religion religious Robert Southey Salmasius Samson Agonistes says seems sentiment sonnets soul Southey Southey's Spenser spirit story style Tale thee things thou thought tion translation truth Unwin verse Westminster wife words write written wrote young
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หน้า 279 - 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...
หน้า 241 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
หน้า 432 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, - My Mary ! But well thou play'dst the housewife's part; And all thy threads with magic art, Have wound themselves about this heart, My Mary...
หน้า 328 - 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.
หน้า 185 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
หน้า 407 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
หน้า 240 - ... coming to some maturity of years, and perceiving what tyranny had invaded the church, that he who would take orders must subscribe slave, and take an oath withal, which, unless he took with a conscience that would retch, he must either straight perjure, or split his faith ; I thought it better to prefer a blameless silence before the sacred office of speaking, bought and begun with servitude and forswearing.
หน้า 355 - To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues...
หน้า 399 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
หน้า 435 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.