The Works of Matthew Arnold, Volumen4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise 15 I THE STUDY OF POETRY.
... if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise 15 I THE STUDY OF POETRY.
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... perhaps , in all English poetry , outside the poets whom I have named as the special inheritors of Chaucer's tradition . A single line , however , is too little if we have not the strain of Chaucer's verse well in our memory ; let us ...
... perhaps , in all English poetry , outside the poets whom I have named as the special inheritors of Chaucer's tradition . A single line , however , is too little if we have not the strain of Chaucer's verse well in our memory ; let us ...
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... perhaps the best way is to begin , as it is easy to begin , with cordial praise . When we find Chapman , the Elizabethan translator of Homer , expressing himself in his preface thus : ' Though truth in her very naked- ness sits in so ...
... perhaps the best way is to begin , as it is easy to begin , with cordial praise . When we find Chapman , the Elizabethan translator of Homer , expressing himself in his preface thus : ' Though truth in her very naked- ness sits in so ...
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... perhaps less charm . The world of Chaucer is fairer , richer , more significant than that of Burns ; but when the largeness and freedom of Burns get full sweep , as in Tam o ' Shanter , or still more in that puissant and splendid ...
... perhaps less charm . The world of Chaucer is fairer , richer , more significant than that of Burns ; but when the largeness and freedom of Burns get full sweep , as in Tam o ' Shanter , or still more in that puissant and splendid ...
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... perhaps to prize Burns most for his touches of piercing , sometimes almost intolerable , pathos ; for verse like- 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 We ...
... perhaps to prize Burns most for his touches of piercing , sometimes almost intolerable , pathos ; for verse like- 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 We ...
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Página 34 - 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 48 - 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 146 - 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 140 - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 36 - 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 14 - 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 38 - 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 27 - 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 352 - 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 184 - 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.