Literary Essays, Volume 4Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 - English literature |
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James Russell Lowell. what vulgar generation , who ranks with Sidney and Spenser as one of the few perfect gentlemen in our literary annals . A man who could command the unswerving loyalty of honest and impulsive Dick Steele could not ...
James Russell Lowell. what vulgar generation , who ranks with Sidney and Spenser as one of the few perfect gentlemen in our literary annals . A man who could command the unswerving loyalty of honest and impulsive Dick Steele could not ...
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... Spenser's fondness for dilation as respects thoughts and images . In Milton it extends to the language also , and often to the single words of which a pe- riod is composed . He loved phrases of towering port , in which every member ...
... Spenser's fondness for dilation as respects thoughts and images . In Milton it extends to the language also , and often to the single words of which a pe- riod is composed . He loved phrases of towering port , in which every member ...
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... Spenser , Ben Jonson , and other poets . " It is but another way of spelling sheen , and if Mr. Masson never heard a shoeblack in the street say , " Shall I give you a shine , sir ? " his experience has been singular . His notes in gen ...
... Spenser , Ben Jonson , and other poets . " It is but another way of spelling sheen , and if Mr. Masson never heard a shoeblack in the street say , " Shall I give you a shine , sir ? " his experience has been singular . His notes in gen ...
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... Spenser's day ) on the last syllable . " A spirit and judgment equal or superior , " he calls " a remarkably anomalous line , consisting of twelve or even thirteen syllables . " Surely Mil- ton's ear would never have tolerated a ...
... Spenser's day ) on the last syllable . " A spirit and judgment equal or superior , " he calls " a remarkably anomalous line , consisting of twelve or even thirteen syllables . " Surely Mil- ton's ear would never have tolerated a ...
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... Spenser younger poets have gone to be sung - to , they have sat at the feet of Milton to be taught . Our language has no finer poem than " Samson Agonistes , " if any so fine in the quality of austere dignity or in the skill with which ...
... Spenser younger poets have gone to be sung - to , they have sat at the feet of Milton to be taught . Our language has no finer poem than " Samson Agonistes , " if any so fine in the quality of austere dignity or in the skill with which ...
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Page 45 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Page 39 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 45 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Page 40 - But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 41 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Page 203 - For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead : so that they are without excuse. Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful, but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened : professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.
Page 85 - Lastly, I should not choose this manner of writing, wherein knowing myself inferior to myself, led by the genial power of nature to another task, I have the use, as I may account, but of my left hand.
Page 203 - Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ, that we might be justified by faith.
Page 41 - Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 334 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love, and nothing for reward : Oh, why should heavenly God to men have such regard ?1 This agrees with what is recorded of St.