My Study WindowsSampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 - 433 páginas |
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... speak of as modern , and which gave rise to what is called descriptive poetry . Chaucer opens his Clerk's Tale with a bit of landscape admirable for its large style , and as well composed as any Claude . " There is right at the west end ...
... speak of as modern , and which gave rise to what is called descriptive poetry . Chaucer opens his Clerk's Tale with a bit of landscape admirable for its large style , and as well composed as any Claude . " There is right at the west end ...
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... speaking , of course , of those winters that are not niggardly of snow , as ours too often are , giving us a gravelly dust instead . Nothing can be unsightlier than those piebald fields where the coarse brown hide of Earth shows through ...
... speaking , of course , of those winters that are not niggardly of snow , as ours too often are , giving us a gravelly dust instead . Nothing can be unsightlier than those piebald fields where the coarse brown hide of Earth shows through ...
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... speak have been sent into the world without any proper address at all ? Where is our Dead - Letter Office for such ? And if wiser social arrangements should furnish us with something of the sort , fancy ( horrible thought ! ) how many a ...
... speak have been sent into the world without any proper address at all ? Where is our Dead - Letter Office for such ? And if wiser social arrangements should furnish us with something of the sort , fancy ( horrible thought ! ) how many a ...
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... speaking what he admits to be something like English , and yet so very different from ( or , as he would say , to ) those he left at home . Nothing , I am sure , equals my thank- fulness when I meet an Englishman who is not like every ...
... speaking what he admits to be something like English , and yet so very different from ( or , as he would say , to ) those he left at home . Nothing , I am sure , equals my thank- fulness when I meet an Englishman who is not like every ...
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... speaking his mother tongue , and attributes it to some native superiority of parts that lifts him high above us barbarians of the West . The Italian prima donna sweeps a courtesy of careless pity to the over - facile pit which unsexes ...
... speaking his mother tongue , and attributes it to some native superiority of parts that lifts him high above us barbarians of the West . The Italian prima donna sweeps a courtesy of careless pity to the over - facile pit which unsexes ...
Términos y frases comunes
admirable æsthetic beauty Ben Jonson better birds blank verse called Canterbury Tales Carlyle Carlyle's character charm Châteaubriand Chaucer criticism Dante divine doubt edition editor Emerson England English example fancy feeling force French genius George Wither give Goethe grace Halliwell Hazlitt Homer human nature humor ideal imagination instinct Josiah Quincy kind language less Lincoln literary literature living look Marie de France matter means metrist mind modern moral never once original passage passion Percival perhaps Petrarch phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's prose Provençal Quincy reader Ritson Roman Rutebeuf satire seems sense sentiment Shakespeare snow soul speak style sure taste thing thou thought tion Trouvères true verse Voltaire whole winter word Wordsworth write
Pasajes populares
Página 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Página 422 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Página 422 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 422 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Página 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Página 36 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...
Página 417 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Página 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.