The Works of Matthew Arnold, Volumen4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... verse of the master , than by being perused in the prose of the critic . of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how ...
... verse of the master , than by being perused in the prose of the critic . of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how ...
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... verse ; that merely one line like this- O martyr souded 1 in virginitee ! has a virtue of manner and movement such as we shall not find in all the verse of romance - poetry ; -but this is saying nothing . The virtue is such as we shall ...
... verse ; that merely one line like this- O martyr souded 1 in virginitee ! has a virtue of manner and movement such as we shall not find in all the verse of romance - poetry ; -but this is saying nothing . The virtue is such as we shall ...
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... verse , we have only to read Wordsworth's first three lines of this stanza after Chaucer's- My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said this young child , and by the law of kind I should have died , yea , many hours ago . The charm ...
... verse , we have only to read Wordsworth's first three lines of this stanza after Chaucer's- My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said this young child , and by the law of kind I should have died , yea , many hours ago . The charm ...
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... verse as In la sua volontade è nostra pace is altogether beyond Chaucer's reach ; we praise him , but we feel that this accent is out of the question for him . It may be said that it was necessarily out of the reach of any poet in the ...
... verse as In la sua volontade è nostra pace is altogether beyond Chaucer's reach ; we praise him , but we feel that this accent is out of the question for him . It may be said that it was necessarily out of the reach of any poet in the ...
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... opinion ' that the sweetness of English verse was never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have 26 ESSAYS IN CRITICISM I.
... opinion ' that the sweetness of English verse was never understood or practised by our fathers . ' Cowley could see nothing at all in Chaucer's poetry . Dryden heartily admired it , and , as we have 26 ESSAYS IN CRITICISM I.
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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.