The Art of LettersUnwin, 1920 - 240 psl. |
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... begin to peer , " or " Full fathom five , " or " Fear no more the heat o ' the sun . " He had neither Shakespeare's eye nor Shakespeare's experiencing soul . He puts no girdle round the world in his verse . He knows but one mood and its ...
... begin to peer , " or " Full fathom five , " or " Fear no more the heat o ' the sun . " He had neither Shakespeare's eye nor Shakespeare's experiencing soul . He puts no girdle round the world in his verse . He knows but one mood and its ...
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... begin Example , that hath ceased to be sin ! And that fear fans their heat ; whilst knowing eyes Will not admire At this strange fire That here is mingled with thy sacrifice , But dare read even thy wanton story As thy confession , not ...
... begin Example , that hath ceased to be sin ! And that fear fans their heat ; whilst knowing eyes Will not admire At this strange fire That here is mingled with thy sacrifice , But dare read even thy wanton story As thy confession , not ...
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... begin anew . " One is astonished to find that he was contemptuous of Montaigne . " What signifies what a man thought , " he wrote , " who never thought of anything but himself , and what signifies what a man did who never did anything ...
... begin anew . " One is astonished to find that he was contemptuous of Montaigne . " What signifies what a man thought , " he wrote , " who never thought of anything but himself , and what signifies what a man did who never did anything ...
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... begin to slaap , and I hop al wall and my cosens like there pla things vary wall and I hop Doly phillips is wall and pray give my Duty to papa . HORACE WALPOLE . and I am very glad to hear by Tom that all my cruatuars are all wall . and ...
... begin to slaap , and I hop al wall and my cosens like there pla things vary wall and I hop Doly phillips is wall and pray give my Duty to papa . HORACE WALPOLE . and I am very glad to hear by Tom that all my cruatuars are all wall . and ...
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... begin to enjoy the Elizabethan dramatists again . Lamb and Coleridge and Hazlitt found them lying flat , and it was natural that they should raise them up and set them affectionately on pedestals for the gaze of a too indifferent world ...
... begin to enjoy the Elizabethan dramatists again . Lamb and Coleridge and Hazlitt found them lying flat , and it was natural that they should raise them up and set them affectionately on pedestals for the gaze of a too indifferent world ...
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130 psl. - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
111 psl. - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
15 psl. - I am sure of thee now: and with that he had almost pressed him to death, so that Christian began to despair of life. But, as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching...
121 psl. - Wordsworth on the other hand was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
201 psl. - The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure.
208 psl. - I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity : the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
45 psl. - This grave scene was fully contrasted by the burlesque duke of Newcastle. He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop hovering over him with a...
74 psl. - ... as the whistling of my linnets. All the sounds that nature utters are delightful, at least in this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass.
18 psl. - Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. COME, let us sond with melody, the praises Of the Kings' King, th' omnipotent Creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmony framed.
66 psl. - I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state. His antic gesticulations would be unseasonable at any rate, but more especially so if they should distort the features of the mournful attendants into laughter.