Chats about Books: Poets and NovelistsScribner, 1883 - 360 pages |
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... means free from pedantry . Balzac , however , for the most part , confines his display of erudition or of technical knowledge to the initial portion of his story , and sometimes may justify himself by the necessity of creating a ...
... means free from pedantry . Balzac , however , for the most part , confines his display of erudition or of technical knowledge to the initial portion of his story , and sometimes may justify himself by the necessity of creating a ...
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... mean to say that she overrates the average culture of her audience ; which is a mistake no less serious than for an actor to pitch the voice too low . Another familiar criticism of Balzac is levelled at his passion for analysis . Few ...
... mean to say that she overrates the average culture of her audience ; which is a mistake no less serious than for an actor to pitch the voice too low . Another familiar criticism of Balzac is levelled at his passion for analysis . Few ...
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... mean- while calculation and sustaining enthusiasm , may enhance the difficulty of the feat , but difficulty is a spur and not a wall to genius . It is clear , moreover , that a drama is not an episode ; that a genuine unity of action ...
... mean- while calculation and sustaining enthusiasm , may enhance the difficulty of the feat , but difficulty is a spur and not a wall to genius . It is clear , moreover , that a drama is not an episode ; that a genuine unity of action ...
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... means electrified ; attention is secured , but not rap- port . It is otherwise in Hugo's drama . The action covers several weeks , and the scene is often shifted . We are made to see the budding heart of Blanche interpret- Victor Hugo . 21.
... means electrified ; attention is secured , but not rap- port . It is otherwise in Hugo's drama . The action covers several weeks , and the scene is often shifted . We are made to see the budding heart of Blanche interpret- Victor Hugo . 21.
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... means finical , reproduces more faithfully the structure and idiom of the mother tongue . Neither does the influence of a court account for the persistent tendencies of two centuries . Undoubtedly that influence was profound . Art ...
... means finical , reproduces more faithfully the structure and idiom of the mother tongue . Neither does the influence of a court account for the persistent tendencies of two centuries . Undoubtedly that influence was profound . Art ...
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Page 186 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 112 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Page 105 - Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza, at the mill with slaves, Himself in bonds under Philistian yoke.
Page 104 - Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease, Ease to the body some, none to the mind From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging, and present Times past, what once
Page 115 - Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best Of moral prudence, with delight received In brief sententious precepts, while they treat Of fate, and chance, and change in human life; High actions, and high passions best describing. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the Arsenal and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes...
Page 344 - In mathematics he was greater Than Tycho Brahe or Erra Pater ; For he, by geometric scale, Could take the size of pots of ale ; Resolve by sines and tangents straight, If bread or butter wanted weight ; And wisely tell what hour o' th' day The clock does strike by algebra.
Page 308 - Perchance the gods have need of help themselves Being so feeble that when sad lips cry They cannot save ! I would not let one cry Whom I could save! How can it be that Brahm Would make a world and keep it miserable, Since, if all-powerful, he leaves it so, He is not good, and if not powerful, He is not God...
Page 296 - Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But, turning, trembles too.
Page 309 - From victory to victory, till earth Wears the red record of my name. I choose To tread its paths with patient, stainless feet, Making its dust my bed, its loneliest wastes My dwelling, and its meanest things my mates: Clad in no prouder garb than outcasts wear, Fed with no meats save what the charitable Give of their will, sheltered by no more pomp Than the dim cave lends or the jungle-bush.
Page 187 - Father, I thank thee!' Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have...