The Making of English LiteratureD. C. Heath, 1924 - 536 páginas |
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... beauty which are sought by the painter , by the sculptor , and by the musician . More important still , literature- Literature like all other art is an outcome and an ex- and Life pression of human life of human experience in the past ...
... beauty which are sought by the painter , by the sculptor , and by the musician . More important still , literature- Literature like all other art is an outcome and an ex- and Life pression of human life of human experience in the past ...
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... beauty , but caring little for religion . In later life came suffering , followed by seriousness and repentance . He tells us that he had led a sinful life ; but after severe struggle , he appears to have found comfort in religion and ...
... beauty , but caring little for religion . In later life came suffering , followed by seriousness and repentance . He tells us that he had led a sinful life ; but after severe struggle , he appears to have found comfort in religion and ...
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... beauty , and none is less tinged with pagan ideas . The Descent into Hell deals with Christ's visit to hell between his death and resurrection , in order to rescue the spirits in prison a theme congenial to the old English mind for ...
... beauty , and none is less tinged with pagan ideas . The Descent into Hell deals with Christ's visit to hell between his death and resurrection , in order to rescue the spirits in prison a theme congenial to the old English mind for ...
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... beauty . Indeed , are not the Middle Ages the world's treasure house of romance , and do they not at the same time furnish the world's supreme illustration of popular religious faith ? erature We shall get the best clue to a ...
... beauty . Indeed , are not the Middle Ages the world's treasure house of romance , and do they not at the same time furnish the world's supreme illustration of popular religious faith ? erature We shall get the best clue to a ...
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... beauty and pathos of his subject . In many ways , he gathers up the past and enshrines it for all time in his great verse . No other English poet has preserved for us so much of the life and sentiment of the Middle Ages . Still more ...
... beauty and pathos of his subject . In many ways , he gathers up the past and enshrines it for all time in his great verse . No other English poet has preserved for us so much of the life and sentiment of the Middle Ages . Still more ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anglo-Saxon Anglo-Saxon Chronicle Anglo-Saxon literature artist ballads Battle of Brunanburh beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf Browning Cædmon called Canterbury Tales Carlyle century character characteristic charm Chaucer chiefly classical comedy criticism Cynewulf death Dickens drama dramatists Dryden emotion England English literature Essays expression fact Faerie Queene faith feeling genius George Eliot gift greatest heart human humor ideals illustrate imagination impulse individual influence intellectual interest Jane Austen John Johnson King later Layamon less literary living lyric lyric poetry masterpiece ment Milton modern moral movement nature novel novelist passion period plays poems poetic poetry Pope portray portrayal probably produced prose style prose-writers pure Puritan realistic religious Renaissance represented Robert Browning romantic Romanticism Ruskin satire seems sense Shakespeare Shelley social song Sonnets soul Spenser spirit story Tennyson Thackeray Thomas thought tion translation typical verse vivid Wordsworth writers written wrote
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Página 311 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 316 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Página 150 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 312 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Página 170 - 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 375 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Página 133 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 132 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 130 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Página 387 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.