Literary Style: And Other EssaysS. C. Griggs, 1881 - 345 sider |
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Side 9
... tell us that the traces of the chisel are often as sharp , and the colors of the paintings as bright , as if the artists had quitted their work but yesterday . " In works of art , or pure literature , the style is even more important ...
... tell us that the traces of the chisel are often as sharp , and the colors of the paintings as bright , as if the artists had quitted their work but yesterday . " In works of art , or pure literature , the style is even more important ...
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... tell - tale than any other art . How easily do we distinguish between the passages which came from the author's heart and those in which his inspiration failed ! What thoughtful reader does not know that any 22 LITERARY STYLE .
... tell - tale than any other art . How easily do we distinguish between the passages which came from the author's heart and those in which his inspiration failed ! What thoughtful reader does not know that any 22 LITERARY STYLE .
Side 41
... telling gesture , a siren voice , may give to truths when spoken a force or a charm which they lack in a book . " But how it is , " as the same writer says , " that words locked up in forms , still and stiff in sentences , will contrive ...
... telling gesture , a siren voice , may give to truths when spoken a force or a charm which they lack in a book . " But how it is , " as the same writer says , " that words locked up in forms , still and stiff in sentences , will contrive ...
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... tell how and why . We are conscious of a strange , dreamy sense of enjoyment , such as one feels when listening in the ... tells us that the music of that poem was ever murmuring in his ears . Pope could never read certain words of Priam ...
... tell how and why . We are conscious of a strange , dreamy sense of enjoyment , such as one feels when listening in the ... tells us that the music of that poem was ever murmuring in his ears . Pope could never read certain words of Priam ...
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... tells us that her son , whenever he had a grief , made a poem on it , and so got rid of it . How many per- sons who are dying of " the secret wounds which bleed beneath their cloaks " would find relief in giving voice to their pains in ...
... tells us that her son , whenever he had a grief , made a poem on it , and so got rid of it . How many per- sons who are dying of " the secret wounds which bleed beneath their cloaks " would find relief in giving voice to their pains in ...
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Side 233 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Side 272 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven: As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 259 - A poet is the combined product of such internal powers as modify the nature of others, and of such external influences as excite and sustain these powers; he is not one, but both. Every man's mind is, in this respect, modified by all the objects of Nature and art; by every word and every suggestion which he ever admitted to act upon his consciousness; 02 The Faerie Queene, 7, 7, 46. it is the mirror upon which all forms are reflected and in which they compose one form.
Side 300 - ... please — to a poor servant girl, while she has been inquiring of him the way to some street — in such a posture of unforced civility, as neither to embarrass her in the acceptance, nor himself in the offer, of it. He was no dangler, in the common acceptation of the word, after women : but he reverenced and upheld, in every form in which it came before him, womanhood. I have seen him — nay, smile not — tenderly escorting a market-woman, whom he had encountered in a shower, exalting his...
Side 180 - Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire ; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong.
Side 188 - VENERABLE MEN ! you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago, this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are indeed over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else how changed!
Side 108 - But Johnson took no notice of the challenge. He had learned, both from his own observation and from literary history, in which he was deeply read, that the place of books in the public estimation is fixed, not by what is written about them, but by what is written in them; and that an author whose works are likely to live is very unwise if he stoops to wrangle with detractors whose works are certain to die.
Side 79 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Side 313 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Side 78 - I began this letter yesterday, but could not finish it till now. I have risen this morning like an infernal frog out of Acheron, covered with the ooze and mud of melancholy.