Modern English Essays ...Ernest Rhys J.M. Dent & Sons Limited, 1923 |
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ARTHUR WAUGH artist beautiful Boötes Boswell called Castle Rackrent century character child comfort constellation Cousin Feenix dark describe a gentleman Dickens Dombey Dombey and Son Dorothy Fair dream children E. V. LUCAS earth Edwards England English essay eyes father fiction FIONA MACLEOD G. K. CHESTERTON Gaelic Gaskell girl grey H. W. MASSINGHAM heard heart HILAIRE BELLOC hill human Huxley imagination instinct Irish Kilmeny labour land Launcelot literature live lonely look Lot Gordon Madelon Maria Edgeworth Mary Barton mind Miss Edgeworth Miss Mary Wilkins Miss Wilkins modern nature never Nicholas Nickleby Nickleby night nonsense novel novelist once Orion perhaps pilgrims Pleiades poem poet prose realised romance seems sense Shaw ship Silence solitary song soul spirit stars story strange Swinburne things thought trees truth voice whole wild Wilkins's wonder word writing
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Seite 143 - That man, I think, has had a liberal education, who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, and does with ease and pleasure all the work, that, as a mechanism, it is capable of...
Seite 12 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Seite 138 - What is it all, if we all of us end but in being our own corpse-coffins at last? Swallow'd in Vastness, lost in Silence, drown'd in the deeps of a meaningless Past?
Seite 56 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 228 - Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live: Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve.
Seite 6 - You are a philosopher, Dr. Johnson. I have tried too in my time to be a philosopher; but, I don't know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in.
Seite 18 - The Solitary Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Seite 15 - Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another Within their innocent alabaster arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which in their summer beauty kiss'd each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; Which once...
Seite 18 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 15 - Her dress, on that day, was of a most noble colour, a subdued and goodly crimson, girdled and adorned in such sort as best suited with her very tender age. At that moment, I say most truly that the spirit of life, which hath its dwelling in the secretest chamber of the heart, began to tremble so violently that the least pulses of my body shook therewith...