The Cambridge History of English Literature, Volume 14

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Sir Adolphus William Ward, Alfred Rayney Waller
The University Press, 1915
 

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Page 341 - The Missing Fragment of the Latin Translation of the Fourth Book of Ezra, discovered, and edited with an Introduction and Notes, and a facsimile of the MS., by ROBERT L.
Page 53 - He ever warr'd with freedom and the free : Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes, So that they utter'd the word 'Liberty !' Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose History was ever stain'd as his will be With national and individual woes ? I grant his household abstinence ; I grant His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want...
Page 237 - The work is rather too light, and bright, and sparkling; it wants shade; it wants to be stretched out here and there with a long Chapter of sense, if it could be had; if not, of solemn specious nonsense, about something unconnected with the Story; an Essay on Writing, a critique on Walter Scott, or the history of Buonaparte, or anything that would form a contrast, and bring the reader with increased delight to the playfulness and Epigrammatism of the general style.
Page 45 - The Giaour, the Bride of Abydos, the Corsair, Lara, the Siege of Corinth...
Page 165 - I should belie my own conscience, if I said less, than that I think WH to be, in his natural and healthy state, one of the wisest and finest spirits breathing. So far from being ashamed of that intimacy, which was betwixt us, it is my boast that I was able for so many years to have preserved it entire; and I think I shall go to my grave without finding, or expecting to find, such another companion.
Page 116 - My own dim life should teach me this, That life shall live for evermore, Else earth is darkness at the core, And dust and ashes all that is ; This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty ; such as lurks In some wild Poet, when he works Without a conscience or an aim.
Page 175 - I hate to see a load of bandboxes go along the street, and I hate to see a parcel of big words without anything in them.
Page 60 - deep for tears " when all Is reft at once, when some surpassing Spirit, Whose light adorned the world around it, leaves Those who remain behind, not sobs or groans, The passionate tumult of a clinging hope; But pale despair and cold tranquillity, Nature's vast frame, the web of human things, Birth and the grave, that are not as they were.
Page 202 - It is no new thing for me to be left to my sister. When she is not violent, her rambling chat is better to me than the sense and sanity of this world.
Page 2 - No funeral hearse crept more leisurely than did his landau up the Canongate or the Cowgate ; and not a queer tottering gable but recalled to him some long-buried memory of splendour or bloodshed, which, by a few words, he set before the hearer in the reality of life.

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