Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by ShakespeareParry & McMillan, 1856 - 466 psl. |
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... strong were my brother's feelings - how in- tensely he felt , as a matter of American self - reproach , the want or the denial of international copyright . In preparing this volume for the press , I am glad to make my acknowledgements ...
... strong were my brother's feelings - how in- tensely he felt , as a matter of American self - reproach , the want or the denial of international copyright . In preparing this volume for the press , I am glad to make my acknowledgements ...
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... strong and well - disciplined imagination lifts him up from the atmosphere of preju- dice and error into a pure region of truth . It is the precious moral agency of the Imagination to raise us out of a narrow - minded selfishness ; it ...
... strong and well - disciplined imagination lifts him up from the atmosphere of preju- dice and error into a pure region of truth . It is the precious moral agency of the Imagination to raise us out of a narrow - minded selfishness ; it ...
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... strong aversion ( if such a word is admissible in matters of criticism ) to Hume and his History ; and , as is clear from many passages of these lectures , was at no pains to conceal it . He had no sympathy with the tolerance of error ...
... strong aversion ( if such a word is admissible in matters of criticism ) to Hume and his History ; and , as is clear from many passages of these lectures , was at no pains to conceal it . He had no sympathy with the tolerance of error ...
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... strong feeling that these lectures must be very inadequate to a subject which grows in my thoughts as I work upon it . The subject The subject is a new one , too I mean , as to the mode of treating it ; and it will demand much care ...
... strong feeling that these lectures must be very inadequate to a subject which grows in my thoughts as I work upon it . The subject The subject is a new one , too I mean , as to the mode of treating it ; and it will demand much care ...
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... strong , craves for knowledge of its ancestry ; and , if there be no historical records , if naught else be forthcoming , the heroic lay , the minstrel's song , romance or epic poem , are produced to fill the blank spaces of the past ...
... strong , craves for knowledge of its ancestry ; and , if there be no historical records , if naught else be forthcoming , the heroic lay , the minstrel's song , romance or epic poem , are produced to fill the blank spaces of the past ...
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Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by Shakspeare Henry Reed Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by Shakespeare Henry Reed Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry As Illustrated by Shakspeare Henry Reed Visos knygos peržiūra - 1869 |
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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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