The Library of Literary Criticism of English and American Authors: 1825-1854Charles Wells Moulton Peter Smith, 1902 - American literature |
Contents
| 15 | |
| 50 | |
| 64 | |
| 113 | |
| 117 | |
| 122 | |
| 123 | |
| 182 | |
| 399 | |
| 404 | |
| 410 | |
| 415 | |
| 427 | |
| 431 | |
| 434 | |
| 439 | |
| 245 | |
| 249 | |
| 254 | |
| 262 | |
| 274 | |
| 288 | |
| 305 | |
| 312 | |
| 315 | |
| 320 | |
| 327 | |
| 330 | |
| 386 | |
| 441 | |
| 453 | |
| 461 | |
| 506 | |
| 507 | |
| 526 | |
| 562 | |
| 599 | |
| 605 | |
| 704 | |
| 716 | |
| 755 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Adams admiration anon appeared beauty Bentham Blackwood's Magazine Blake Century character Charles Lamb charm Coleridge Crabbe Critical delight Dictionary Edinburgh Review eloquence England English Literature Essays expression eyes fame fancy feeling friends genius GEORGE Godwin grace Hazlitt heart HENRY History human humour imagination intellectual Ivanhoe James Jefferson Jeremy Bentham JOHN Lady Lady Caroline Lamb language learning Letters lish literary lived London LORD Mackintosh Magazine manner Memoirs ment mind moral nature ness never North American Review novels Old Mortality opinion Parr perhaps person Philip Freneau philosophy poems poet poetical poetry political popular possessed prose readers ROBERT SAMUEL seems sentiment Sir Walter Scott song soul Southey Southey's spirit story style taste things THOMAS thought tion truth verse Waverley Novels WILLIAM William Blake William Godwin William Hazlitt Wordsworth writings written wrote young
Popular passages
Page 5 - Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 5 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Page 6 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 5 - Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself...
Page 7 - What a place to be in is an old library ! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves — their winding sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade.
Page 207 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration, (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula,) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Page 207 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or...
Page 446 - No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow!
Page 263 - WHEN first, descending from the moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
Page 503 - Conjectures and Researches concerning the Love, Madness, and Imprisonment of Torquato Tasso," which contains fine translations from Tasso and is otherwise valuable.