Shelburne Essays: Shelburne essaysPutnam, 1908 - 253 páginas |
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... write of Creatures that Once were Men , and Dickens , across all whose sketches of the unfortunate might be written the title , Creatures that Still are Men . this emotional root of letters : while it alone gives 28 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
... write of Creatures that Once were Men , and Dickens , across all whose sketches of the unfortunate might be written the title , Creatures that Still are Men . this emotional root of letters : while it alone gives 28 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
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... letters , what indeed makes literature , is the addi- tion of all those qualities that , for the sake of comparison , we may call aristocratic , -the note of distinction which is concerned more with form than with substance , the ...
... letters , what indeed makes literature , is the addi- tion of all those qualities that , for the sake of comparison , we may call aristocratic , -the note of distinction which is concerned more with form than with substance , the ...
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... shame of Emily , talks with 1 Yet Mr. Andrew Lang , in his Letters to Dead Authors , vows he is no more touched by Little Nell than by her lacrimose sisters . Mr. Peggotty and Ham on the seashore ? and when 34 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
... shame of Emily , talks with 1 Yet Mr. Andrew Lang , in his Letters to Dead Authors , vows he is no more touched by Little Nell than by her lacrimose sisters . Mr. Peggotty and Ham on the seashore ? and when 34 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
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... letters . " He knew what poverty means . The chilling of brain and heart , the unnerving of the hands , the slow gath- ering about one of fear and shame and impotent wrath ; the dread feeling of helplessness , of the world's base ...
... letters . " He knew what poverty means . The chilling of brain and heart , the unnerving of the hands , the slow gath- ering about one of fear and shame and impotent wrath ; the dread feeling of helplessness , of the world's base ...
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... letters , another a taste of the Tory poets . Of single authors , two of Huguenot descent would necessarily be in- cluded : Crèvecœur , who represents the moderate party , crushed between the fanatics of both ex- tremes , and whose ...
... letters , another a taste of the Tory poets . Of single authors , two of Huguenot descent would necessarily be in- cluded : Crèvecœur , who represents the moderate party , crushed between the fanatics of both ex- tremes , and whose ...
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Página 253 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Página 252 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 240 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown?
Página 147 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
Página 261 - Nature seem'd in love ; The lusty sap began to move ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled...
Página 186 - The sense that every struggle brings defeat Because Fate holds no prize to crown success ; That all the oracles are dumb or cheat Because they have no secret to express ; That none can pierce the vast black veil uncertain Because there is no light beyond the curtain ; That all is vanity and nothingness.
Página 135 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Página 148 - ... chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every...
Página 151 - In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face — the face of one long dead — Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light. Here in this room she died ; and soul more white Never through martyrdom of fire was led To its repose ; nor can in books be read The legend of a life more benedight.
Página 142 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted...