The Making of English LiteratureD. C. Heath, 1924 - 536 páginas |
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Página xiii
... experience in the past , of human activity in the present , and of human aspiration for the future . In any ... experiences , we may account for the character of the book . Behind all individual life , how- ever , is the life of ...
... experience in the past , of human activity in the present , and of human aspiration for the future . In any ... experiences , we may account for the character of the book . Behind all individual life , how- ever , is the life of ...
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... experiences and is affected by many influences ; and if we can observe the forces that have strongly modified its life , we shall see some of the guiding impulses that have determined its literature — not otherwise . In a word , to ...
... experiences and is affected by many influences ; and if we can observe the forces that have strongly modified its life , we shall see some of the guiding impulses that have determined its literature — not otherwise . In a word , to ...
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... experiences , it is thus that the poet concludes : Swa scribende gesceapum hweorfað gleomen gumena geond grunda fela , bearfe secgað , poncword sprecað , simle suð opþe norð sumne gemetað gydda gleawne , geofum unhneawne , se be fore ...
... experiences , it is thus that the poet concludes : Swa scribende gesceapum hweorfað gleomen gumena geond grunda fela , bearfe secgað , poncword sprecað , simle suð opþe norð sumne gemetað gydda gleawne , geofum unhneawne , se be fore ...
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... experiences . Deor , like Widsið , has tasted the joys of the poet's life , but he has The Lament lived to see himself superseded and his rewards of Deor usurped by a rival more skilled or more fortunate . He gives utterance to a bitter ...
... experiences . Deor , like Widsið , has tasted the joys of the poet's life , but he has The Lament lived to see himself superseded and his rewards of Deor usurped by a rival more skilled or more fortunate . He gives utterance to a bitter ...
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... experiences as a man and as a poet . It is into this personal passage that he has woven the runes that conceal his name . Juliana , Cynewulf has told the story of another female saint . She is a Roman maiden who remains true to her ...
... experiences as a man and as a poet . It is into this personal passage that he has woven the runes that conceal his name . Juliana , Cynewulf has told the story of another female saint . She is a Roman maiden who remains true to her ...
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Página 311 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 316 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 150 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 312 - 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...
Página 170 - I was confirmed in this opinion ; that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 375 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Página 133 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 132 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 130 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Página 387 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.