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... Russia . The Russian novel has now the vogue , and deserves to have it . If fresh literary produc- tions maintain this vogue and enhance it , we , shall all be learning Russian . The Slav nature , or at any rate the Russian nature , the ...
... Russia . The Russian novel has now the vogue , and deserves to have it . If fresh literary produc- tions maintain this vogue and enhance it , we , shall all be learning Russian . The Slav nature , or at any rate the Russian nature , the ...
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... Russian does not assuage his sensitiveness in this fashion . The Russian man of letters does not make Nature say : ' The Russian is my best race . ' He finds relief to his sensitiveness in letting his perceptions have perfectly free ...
... Russian does not assuage his sensitiveness in this fashion . The Russian man of letters does not make Nature say : ' The Russian is my best race . ' He finds relief to his sensitiveness in letting his perceptions have perfectly free ...
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... Russian novelist is thus master of a spell to which the secrets of human nature - both what is external and what is ... Russians have not yet had a great poet . But in that form of imaginative literature which in our day is the ...
... Russian novelist is thus master of a spell to which the secrets of human nature - both what is external and what is ... Russians have not yet had a great poet . But in that form of imaginative literature which in our day is the ...
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... Russia . Stépane Arcadiévitch - Stiva -is Prince Oblonsky , and descended from Rurik , although to think of him as anything except ' Stiva ' is difficult . His air souriant , his good looks , his satisfaction ; his ' ray , ' which made ...
... Russia . Stépane Arcadiévitch - Stiva -is Prince Oblonsky , and descended from Rurik , although to think of him as anything except ' Stiva ' is difficult . His air souriant , his good looks , his satisfaction ; his ' ray , ' which made ...
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... Russian high life by its most respectable side ; the Prince , in particular , is excellent - simple , sensible , right - feeling ; a man of dignity and honour . His daughters , Dolly and Kitty , are charming . Dolly , Stiva's wife , is ...
... Russian high life by its most respectable side ; the Prince , in particular , is excellent - simple , sensible , right - feeling ; a man of dignity and honour . His daughters , Dolly and Kitty , are charming . Dolly , Stiva's wife , is ...
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Página 36 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 50 - Memory and her siren 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.
Página 148 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Página 142 - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 38 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 16 - Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Página 40 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne ! We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine : But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne ! And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o...
Página 29 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 354 - Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Página 186 - But let no one suppose that a want of humour and a self-delusion such as Shelley's have no effect upon a man's poetry. The man Shelley, in very truth, is not entirely sane, and Shelley's poetry is not entirely sane either. The Shelley of actual life is a vision of beauty and radiance, indeed, but availing nothing, effecting nothing. And in poetry, no less than in life, he is "a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.