Chats about Books: Poets and NovelistsScribner, 1883 - 360 pages |
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... nature in its multifarious aspects . Moreover , the novel , as Fielding conceived it , had one mark of de- cisive difference from the drama , that it contemplated the slow and graduated development of character under the shaping of ...
... nature in its multifarious aspects . Moreover , the novel , as Fielding conceived it , had one mark of de- cisive difference from the drama , that it contemplated the slow and graduated development of character under the shaping of ...
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... nature , however , are less life - like , and she seems to have painted vividly only the many phases of her own experi- ence , and those somewhat numerous types which came under her close personal observation . She had not Bal- 4 Chats ...
... nature , however , are less life - like , and she seems to have painted vividly only the many phases of her own experi- ence , and those somewhat numerous types which came under her close personal observation . She had not Bal- 4 Chats ...
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... natures are sooner or later enlisted on the side of worth and purity and of truthful , helpful living ; as if to her mind the tremen- dous leavening influence of right - wishing minorities were the one supreme sign of power in history ...
... natures are sooner or later enlisted on the side of worth and purity and of truthful , helpful living ; as if to her mind the tremen- dous leavening influence of right - wishing minorities were the one supreme sign of power in history ...
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... nature . It is certain that as we follow George Eliot's portrayal of life in its fundamental and interior relations , we are startled by a sense of comprehensiveness and penetration with which few writers in this century have impressed ...
... nature . It is certain that as we follow George Eliot's portrayal of life in its fundamental and interior relations , we are startled by a sense of comprehensiveness and penetration with which few writers in this century have impressed ...
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... natures at bottom equally generous , but of which one has been warped and narrowed by habitual indulgence , the ... nature into an Ishmaelite . But in the rarer sort who presently see their own frustrated claim as one among a myriad ...
... natures at bottom equally generous , but of which one has been warped and narrowed by habitual indulgence , the ... nature into an Ishmaelite . But in the rarer sort who presently see their own frustrated claim as one among a myriad ...
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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...
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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...