The Quarterly Review, المجلد 131John Murray, 1871 |
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... feeling , Spenser was intimately connected with the aristo- cracy of England . His life was spent at a distance from the metropolis . During his long residence in Ireland he treasured up the impressions he had received in his youth of ...
... feeling , Spenser was intimately connected with the aristo- cracy of England . His life was spent at a distance from the metropolis . During his long residence in Ireland he treasured up the impressions he had received in his youth of ...
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... feelings , such as inferior intel- ligences would fail to gather from the most perfect productions of the greatest genius . The dreary chronicle , the blundering biography , the vapidest translations of Cæsar or of Sallust , were ...
... feelings , such as inferior intel- ligences would fail to gather from the most perfect productions of the greatest genius . The dreary chronicle , the blundering biography , the vapidest translations of Cæsar or of Sallust , were ...
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... feeling of a common Christendom , the sense of submission . to the Church as a great society , the duty of not diverging widely from the authorized limits of religious opinion and belief , had all passed away . Each man felt bound to ...
... feeling of a common Christendom , the sense of submission . to the Church as a great society , the duty of not diverging widely from the authorized limits of religious opinion and belief , had all passed away . Each man felt bound to ...
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... feelings , are not always proof against this settled purpose of his soul . ' He clung to it with an intense earnestness , as if to abandon it was to commit himself to a sea of doubt and perplexity - a wandering maze without a foot- ing ...
... feelings , are not always proof against this settled purpose of his soul . ' He clung to it with an intense earnestness , as if to abandon it was to commit himself to a sea of doubt and perplexity - a wandering maze without a foot- ing ...
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... feelings , not as the poet's creations , but as historic realities . In reading or studying his dramas , we feel that we are surrounded not by phantoms , but by flesh and blood closely akin to ourselves ; and no hard deduction of logic ...
... feelings , not as the poet's creations , but as historic realities . In reading or studying his dramas , we feel that we are surrounded not by phantoms , but by flesh and blood closely akin to ourselves ; and no hard deduction of logic ...
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الصفحة 360 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 371 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
الصفحة 379 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
الصفحة 379 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
الصفحة 372 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
الصفحة 26 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
الصفحة 367 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon...
الصفحة 369 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
الصفحة 374 - Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
الصفحة 370 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.