Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 pages |
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... souls are yearning ? " No answering voice allays our trembling fears , And long anxiety gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and ...
... souls are yearning ? " No answering voice allays our trembling fears , And long anxiety gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and ...
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... souls of others to share in its own enjoyment . There is perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has ... souls toward the souls of the great poets . We may perhaps remember , too , how the chastening influence of wise and ...
... souls of others to share in its own enjoyment . There is perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has ... souls toward the souls of the great poets . We may perhaps remember , too , how the chastening influence of wise and ...
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... souls , which might guide , and inform , and elevate ; and yet that it should be a power all hidden from us . It is oppressive to conceive what a world of human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper ...
... souls , which might guide , and inform , and elevate ; and yet that it should be a power all hidden from us . It is oppressive to conceive what a world of human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper ...
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... soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this alone — this universality —- which places a book in a Nation's literature . It matters not ...
... soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this alone — this universality —- which places a book in a Nation's literature . It matters not ...
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... soul of man , admonishing it of its weakness , and of its strength , and of its immortality ! Now , whether we look at the simpler and humbler aims . of literature - healthful , innocent recreation - the recupe- rative influences which ...
... soul of man , admonishing it of its weakness , and of its strength , and of its immortality ! Now , whether we look at the simpler and humbler aims . of literature - healthful , innocent recreation - the recupe- rative influences which ...
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Page 316 - Yet, even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearse-like airs as carols : and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Page 36 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 195 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 228 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound : Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Page 325 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 287 - Man knoweth not the price thereof ; Neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me: And the sea saith, It is not with me.
Page 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 115 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 224 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Page 111 - Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It...