Biographical and Critical StudiesReeves and Turner and Bertram Dobell, 1896 - 483 strani |
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... whole work , and it had been placed upon the Index Expurga- torius , no practical measures seem to have been taken to stop its circulation , and its popularity was prodigious . This fifth book was in some respects the most daring of any ...
... whole work , and it had been placed upon the Index Expurga- torius , no practical measures seem to have been taken to stop its circulation , and its popularity was prodigious . This fifth book was in some respects the most daring of any ...
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... whole work , and it had been placed upon the Index Expurga- torius , no practical measures seem to have been taken to stop its circulation , and its popularity was prodigious . This fifth book was in some respects the most daring of any ...
... whole work , and it had been placed upon the Index Expurga- torius , no practical measures seem to have been taken to stop its circulation , and its popularity was prodigious . This fifth book was in some respects the most daring of any ...
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... whole . " For myself , although I detest castrated editions , I have no objection to see such an experi- ment tried with Rabelais ; but I doubt whether the general reader , who may be supposed not to care for him in his complete form ...
... whole . " For myself , although I detest castrated editions , I have no objection to see such an experi- ment tried with Rabelais ; but I doubt whether the general reader , who may be supposed not to care for him in his complete form ...
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... whole , while conscious that I have neither the knowledge nor the intellect required for judging so large a question , I am inclined to look up to Rabelais as the greatest genius in French literature . Perhaps the very finest work in ...
... whole , while conscious that I have neither the knowledge nor the intellect required for judging so large a question , I am inclined to look up to Rabelais as the greatest genius in French literature . Perhaps the very finest work in ...
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... whole work , or play , he gives you the sense of easiest power and mastery at home in everything , rising with its theme as readily as it falls , never strained or fatigued , able to do what it likes , equal and more than equal to far ...
... whole work , or play , he gives you the sense of easiest power and mastery at home in everything , rising with its theme as readily as it falls , never strained or fatigued , able to do what it likes , equal and more than equal to far ...
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Stran 229 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Stran 125 - Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe, He was not of an age, but for all time...
Stran 130 - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Stran 117 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours: but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed, that God would give him strength; for greatness he could not want.
Stran 121 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Stran 229 - ... bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move...
Stran 223 - 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.
Stran 355 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Stran 124 - To draw no envy, SHAKESPEARE, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame ; While I confess thy writings to be such, As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much.
Stran 157 - He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; — Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff : — and still he smil'd and talk'd . And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by.