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... give us the model of a domestic and drawing - room prose as distinguished from that of the pulpit , the forum , or the closet . In Ger- many it gave us Lessing and that half century of Goethe which made him what he was . In France it ...
... give us the model of a domestic and drawing - room prose as distinguished from that of the pulpit , the forum , or the closet . In Ger- many it gave us Lessing and that half century of Goethe which made him what he was . In France it ...
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... give his soul a loose , although he would . He is of the eagle brood , but un- fledged . His eye shares the æther which shall never be cloven by his wing . But it is one of the schoolboy blunders in criticism to deny one kind of ...
... give his soul a loose , although he would . He is of the eagle brood , but un- fledged . His eye shares the æther which shall never be cloven by his wing . But it is one of the schoolboy blunders in criticism to deny one kind of ...
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... gives a droll reason for the success of the Elegy " : " It spread at first on account of the affecting and pensive cast of the subject — just like Hervey's ' Meditations on the Tombs . ' What Walpole called Gray's flowering period ended ...
... gives a droll reason for the success of the Elegy " : " It spread at first on account of the affecting and pensive cast of the subject — just like Hervey's ' Meditations on the Tombs . ' What Walpole called Gray's flowering period ended ...
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... give his own explanation of his unproductiveness . He writes to Wharton , who had asked him for an epitaph on a child just lost : " I by no means pretend to inspiration , but yet I affirm that the faculty in question is by no means ...
... give his own explanation of his unproductiveness . He writes to Wharton , who had asked him for an epitaph on a child just lost : " I by no means pretend to inspiration , but yet I affirm that the faculty in question is by no means ...
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... give instances of a thing in its nature so evanescent , yet so subtly pervasive , as what we call tone . I think it is in this , if in anything , that Gray's letters are on the whole superior to Swift's . This playfulness of Gray very ...
... give instances of a thing in its nature so evanescent , yet so subtly pervasive , as what we call tone . I think it is in this , if in anything , that Gray's letters are on the whole superior to Swift's . This playfulness of Gray very ...
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Page 182 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Page 207 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Page 271 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Page 187 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Page 211 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Page 222 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Page 88 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Page 293 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 312 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 42 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.