Estimations in Criticism, Volum 1A. Melrose, 1908 |
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Pàgina viii
... writer's imagination , to his perception of beauty . The other is structural and logical , and is the product of a sense of pro- portion . In style at its best both elements appear in due measure , but the writings of most men exhibit a ...
... writer's imagination , to his perception of beauty . The other is structural and logical , and is the product of a sense of pro- portion . In style at its best both elements appear in due measure , but the writings of most men exhibit a ...
Pàgina ix
... writer behind the book , and sounded this in a formula of classification . A few instances of these keynotes in classification may serve , by way of illustration . Men are either ' perfect ' or ' imperfect ' in their ' realisations ...
... writer behind the book , and sounded this in a formula of classification . A few instances of these keynotes in classification may serve , by way of illustration . Men are either ' perfect ' or ' imperfect ' in their ' realisations ...
Pàgina x
... writer's imagination ; his mind is ' swarming with theories . ' Much might be said about Bagehot's felicitous phrases and wide vocabulary ; about his broad views of life , both in its spiritual and in its social aspects ; about his keen ...
... writer's imagination ; his mind is ' swarming with theories . ' Much might be said about Bagehot's felicitous phrases and wide vocabulary ; about his broad views of life , both in its spiritual and in its social aspects ; about his keen ...
Pàgina 2
... writes Gray to Horace Walpole , 1 ' when Lord B. and Sir H. C. and Viscount D. , who are now great statesmen , were little dirty boys playing at cricket ? For my part I do not feel one bit older or wiser now than I did then . ' For , as ...
... writes Gray to Horace Walpole , 1 ' when Lord B. and Sir H. C. and Viscount D. , who are now great statesmen , were little dirty boys playing at cricket ? For my part I do not feel one bit older or wiser now than I did then . ' For , as ...
Pàgina 6
... writer , 1 ' back on the time when our ancient buildings were first reared . Consider the churches all round us ; how many generations have passed since stone was put upon stone , till the whole edifice was finished ! The first movers ...
... writer , 1 ' back on the time when our ancient buildings were first reared . Consider the churches all round us ; how many generations have passed since stone was put upon stone , till the whole edifice was finished ! The first movers ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
abstract artistic beauty believe better breath Brougham Castle called character characteristic charm circumstances common course Cowper criticism deep defect delineation describe doctrine dream English Enoch Arden eternal evil excellence excitement expression fancy father feel genius gentle Goethe Hartley Coleridge heaven human nature idea imagination impulse instinct intellectual kind lady least literary literatesque literature lived melancholy Milton mind moral National Review never object Olney once ornate art pain Paradise Lost passion peculiar Percy Bysshe Shelley perhaps person poems poet poetry pure art pure style reader reality religion remarkable Revolt of Islam Rydal Water S. T. Coleridge scarcely scene seems sense Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's simple singular sonnet sort soul speak spirit strong thee theory things thou thought tion truth verse WALTER BAGEHOT whole William Cowper wish words Wordsworth write young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 144 - Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to be exerted according to the determination of the will. A man cannot say, " I will compose poetry." 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...
Pàgina 237 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Pàgina 152 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Pàgina 272 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. 'Go,' cried the Mayor, 'and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!' - when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!
Pàgina 156 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pàgina 86 - Than those of age, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, 1 love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art!
Pàgina 195 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pàgina 155 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pàgina 130 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Pàgina 36 - 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.