Shelburne Essays: 5th seriesPutnam, 1908 - 261 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 33
Side 11
... wrote in a sort of crepuscle , awaiting the night . The past is always an insistent reality with men of imagination ; its influence was incalculably strong in the most fer- vid periods of Greek creation ; but in the declin- ing pagan ...
... wrote in a sort of crepuscle , awaiting the night . The past is always an insistent reality with men of imagination ; its influence was incalculably strong in the most fer- vid periods of Greek creation ; but in the declin- ing pagan ...
Side 56
... wrote , not from callow sympathy or patronising observation , but from his own deep experience ; and , writing thus , he put into his account of the nether world the one thing commonly wanting to these pictures - the profound sense of ...
... wrote , not from callow sympathy or patronising observation , but from his own deep experience ; and , writing thus , he put into his account of the nether world the one thing commonly wanting to these pictures - the profound sense of ...
Side 61
... wrote . Yes , " literary work " was done at that filthy deal table , on which , by the bye , lay my Homer , my Shake- speare , and the few other books I then possessed . At night , as I lay in bed , I used to hear the tramp , tramp of a ...
... wrote . Yes , " literary work " was done at that filthy deal table , on which , by the bye , lay my Homer , my Shake- speare , and the few other books I then possessed . At night , as I lay in bed , I used to hear the tramp , tramp of a ...
Side 63
... wrote that restrained and every way beautiful piece of self - revelation , The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft . There is nothing in the language quite like this volume of half - veiled autobiography . In the im- agined quiet of a home ...
... wrote that restrained and every way beautiful piece of self - revelation , The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft . There is nothing in the language quite like this volume of half - veiled autobiography . In the im- agined quiet of a home ...
Side 66
... wrote Frederick Greenwood in his notice of Mrs. Gaskell ; " twenty years to come , that may be thought the more important ques- tion . " Well , just twice twenty years were to elapse before the Master of Peterhouse was to answer that ...
... wrote Frederick Greenwood in his notice of Mrs. Gaskell ; " twenty years to come , that may be thought the more important ques- tion . " Well , just twice twenty years were to elapse before the Master of Peterhouse was to answer that ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Albertus Morton Anthology beauty character charm Cousin Phillis critic dead death Dickens divine edition emotion England English epigrams eyes feeling flower Freneau Friedrich Schlegel G. P. Putnam's Sons Gaskell Gaskell's genius gentleman George Gissing Gissing Gissing's Greek Greek Anthology happy heart honour Horace Walpole human humour labour Laïs language least letters light lines literary literature living London Longfellow Lord Chesterfield Lucretius Mary Barton master memory mind moral nature never night Novalis novels passed passion pathos Paul Elmer perhaps philosophy poems poet poetry political poverty reader religion remember romantic satire scene sense shadow sonnets soul spirit stanza sweet Sylvia's Lovers taste Tegea thee theme things Thomson Thoreau thou thought tion to-day touch turn Venice verse volumes Walpole weary whole words Wotton writes written wrote
Populære passager
Side 253 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Side 18 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...
Side 252 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Side 261 - Nature seem'd in love ; The lusty sap began to move ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill...
Side 147 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
Side 240 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown?
Side 96 - FAIR flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye...
Side 148 - ... chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every...
Side 142 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted...
Side 146 - We thought of wrecks upon the main, Of ships dismasted that were hailed And sent no answer back again.