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... hand , the moral aspect of the world was not lost , although it seemed all but lost to litera- ture for a time . Any statement that the complex of moral , religious , and political agencies which is loosely called Puri- tanism was an ...
... hand , the moral aspect of the world was not lost , although it seemed all but lost to litera- ture for a time . Any statement that the complex of moral , religious , and political agencies which is loosely called Puri- tanism was an ...
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... hand , they inherited also , each after his capacity , many of the idiosyncrasies of Donne , their other master ; and the idiosyncrasies of Donne are precisely those which are the most dangerous in the hands of mediocrity . It was thus ...
... hand , they inherited also , each after his capacity , many of the idiosyncrasies of Donne , their other master ; and the idiosyncrasies of Donne are precisely those which are the most dangerous in the hands of mediocrity . It was thus ...
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... shortly to appear in the Publications of the Modern Language Association of America . 2 The Davideis , ii . 528 , 529 . 8 Clievelandi Vindiciae , ed . 1677 , p . 4 . On the other hand , the balanced form of wit xxviii INTRODUCTION .
... shortly to appear in the Publications of the Modern Language Association of America . 2 The Davideis , ii . 528 , 529 . 8 Clievelandi Vindiciae , ed . 1677 , p . 4 . On the other hand , the balanced form of wit xxviii INTRODUCTION .
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Felix Emmanuel Schelling. On the other hand , the balanced form of wit appears in Dryden's words of Doeg : A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull For writing treason and for writing dull.1 Of like nature is the diamond cross on the ...
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. On the other hand , the balanced form of wit appears in Dryden's words of Doeg : A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull For writing treason and for writing dull.1 Of like nature is the diamond cross on the ...
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... hand , take this , the one flagging stanza of Crashaw's otherwise noble Hymn of the Nativity . The Vir- gin is spoken of , and represented with the Child , who is addressed by the poet : She sings thy tears asleep , and dips Her kisses ...
... hand , take this , the one flagging stanza of Crashaw's otherwise noble Hymn of the Nativity . The Vir- gin is spoken of , and represented with the Child , who is addressed by the poet : She sings thy tears asleep , and dips Her kisses ...
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Page 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Page 134 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 244 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Page 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Page 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.