The Library of Literary Criticism of English and American Authors: 1875-1890Charles Wells Moulton Moulton publishing Company, 1904 |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
admirable American Literature artistic Bayard Taylor beauty Biography Bryant Carlyle's Century character Charles Darwin Charles Kingsley Charles Reade charm critics Daniel Deronda Dante Gabriel Rossetti Darwin delight Dictionary dramatic Emerson England English Literature Essays expression eyes fancy feeling friends genius George Eliot heart HENRY Henry Wadsworth Longfellow human humour imagination impression intellectual interest JAMES JOHN Kingsley knew language lectures less Letters literary living Longfellow look Lord Lord Beaconsfield Magazine manner memory ment merit mind modern moral nature ness never noble novel novelist original passion perhaps philosophical poems poet poetic poetry political popular prose Ralph Waldo Emerson reader RICHARD Rossetti seems sense sonnets soul spirit story style sympathy Taylor things Thomas Carlyle thought tion true truth verse Victorian Literature voice WILLIAM William Cullen Bryant words writings written wrote
Fréquemment cités
Page 204 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Page 5 - POL. Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in's eyes. Prithee, no more. HAM. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. — Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time; after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Page 474 - My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is...
Page 405 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 414 - Nothing could have been worse for the development of my mind than Dr. Butler's school, as it was strictly classical, nothing else being taught, except a little ancient geography and history. The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.
Page 161 - MIDNIGHT — in no midsummer tune The breakers lash the shores : The cuckoo of a joyless June Is calling out of doors : And thou hast vanish'd from thine own To that which looks like rest, True brother, only to be known By those who love thee best. Midnight — and joyless June gone by, And from the deluged park The cuckoo of a worse July Is calling thro...
Page 121 - There is Bryant, as quiet, as cool, and as dignified, As a smooth, silent iceberg, that never is ignified, Save when by reflection 'tis kindled o' nights With a semblance of flame by the chill Northern Lights.
Page 264 - I did not, however, deem myself a competent judge of Carlyle. I felt that he was a poet and that I was not ; that he was a man of intuition, which I was not ; and that as such, he not only saw many things long before me, which I could only when they were pointed out...
Page 368 - Aurelius is not a great writer, a great philosophy-maker ; he is the friend and aider of those who would live in the spirit.
Page 121 - The rhythmical flow here is even voluptuous- nothing could be more melodious. The poem has always affected me in a remarkable manner. The intense melancholy which seems to well up, perforce, to the surface of all the poet's cheerful sayings about his grave, we find thrilling us to the soul- while there is the truest poetic elevation in the thrill. The impression left is one of a pleasurable sadness.