Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by ShakespeareParry & McMillan, 1856 - 466 sider |
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... comes from a writer remarkable for his logical and rather unimagina- tive habit of mind . It is a no less severe logician than Archbishop Whateley , who thus reasons , to show how imagination is needed in the study of history : — " It ...
... comes from a writer remarkable for his logical and rather unimagina- tive habit of mind . It is a no less severe logician than Archbishop Whateley , who thus reasons , to show how imagination is needed in the study of history : — " It ...
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Henry Reed. Art . Much pity was it he so long deferred To come to us for aid . Clara . It was , indeed . But whatsoe'er had been his former pride , He seemed a humbled and heart - broken man . He thanked me much for what I said was sent ...
Henry Reed. Art . Much pity was it he so long deferred To come to us for aid . Clara . It was , indeed . But whatsoe'er had been his former pride , He seemed a humbled and heart - broken man . He thanked me much for what I said was sent ...
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... come in conflict . In the heart of Volney it proved an irreconcilable conflict , and faith yielded to what was sensuous . It may well be believed , that any one who visits that land , not in the reverential spirit of the early Christian ...
... come in conflict . In the heart of Volney it proved an irreconcilable conflict , and faith yielded to what was sensuous . It may well be believed , that any one who visits that land , not in the reverential spirit of the early Christian ...
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... come forth and write upon the palace walls ; and that it is his spirit which is withered by the pro- phet's interpretation- " God hath numbered thy king- dom and finished it . Thou art weighed in the balances Lamb's Prose Works , vol ...
... come forth and write upon the palace walls ; and that it is his spirit which is withered by the pro- phet's interpretation- " God hath numbered thy king- dom and finished it . Thou art weighed in the balances Lamb's Prose Works , vol ...
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... come direct - direct , I mean , from the throne of God - into the mind of man , it has utterance , for the most part ... comes into the mind ; as the consti- tutional endowment of poetic genius , it , too , seeks expres- sion in some ...
... come direct - direct , I mean , from the throne of God - into the mind of man , it has utterance , for the most part ... comes into the mind ; as the consti- tutional endowment of poetic genius , it , too , seeks expres- sion in some ...
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ancient Banquo battle beautiful blood Bolingbroke Britain British career character Christian chroniclers conquest course crown dark death drama Duke Duke of York Edward Edward the Confessor elements England English history faith Falstaff father feeling France genius gentle give guilt Hamlet hand hath heart heaven Henry the Fifth Henry the Fourth historian honour house of York human Iago Iago's illustration imagination innocent intellect Joan of Arc Julius Cæsar King John King Lear Lancaster Lancastrian land lecture look Lord Macbeth memory mind misery moral murder mysterious nature noble Othello palace passions period play poet poet's poetic poetry pride Prince Prince of Wales racter reign of Henry Richard the Second Roman royal Saxon scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow soul sovereign speak spirit story supernatural sympathy thee thing thou thought throne tion tragedy tragic truth utterance victory words Wordsworth's Yorkists
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Side 304 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie, His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Side 456 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Side 389 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Side 140 - And, father Cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Side 306 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, 40 thou hast built a paper-mill.
Side 460 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Side 326 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Side 141 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Side 333 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...
Side 176 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...