The Essays of EliaHoughton, Mifflin, and Company, 1907 - 226 páginas |
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... knew the plays better than these two joint - authors , and to their accuracy of detail they added that simple , narrative style which has made their version beloved by young and old . The Tales still hold their own as the most ...
... knew the plays better than these two joint - authors , and to their accuracy of detail they added that simple , narrative style which has made their version beloved by young and old . The Tales still hold their own as the most ...
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... the inexpressible sadness of his smile spoke of a nature which they knew as full of oddities and con- tradictions , but at the same time fine , sincere , gentle , and strong of purpose . In the preface to the Last INTRODUCTION xix.
... the inexpressible sadness of his smile spoke of a nature which they knew as full of oddities and con- tradictions , but at the same time fine , sincere , gentle , and strong of purpose . In the preface to the Last INTRODUCTION xix.
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... knew it , — a magnificent relic ! What alterations may have been made in it since , I have had no opportunities of verifying . Time , I take for granted , has not freshened it . No wind has resuscitated the face of the sleeping waters ...
... knew it , — a magnificent relic ! What alterations may have been made in it since , I have had no opportunities of verifying . Time , I take for granted , has not freshened it . No wind has resuscitated the face of the sleeping waters ...
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... unapproachable churchwarden of Bishopsgate . knew not what he did , when he begat thee , like spring , gentle offspring of blustering winter : -only unfor- the He tunate in thy ending , which should have been mild 10 THE ESSAYS OF ELIA.
... unapproachable churchwarden of Bishopsgate . knew not what he did , when he begat thee , like spring , gentle offspring of blustering winter : -only unfor- the He tunate in thy ending , which should have been mild 10 THE ESSAYS OF ELIA.
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... knew Sarah Battle many — Pope was her favourite author : his Rape of the Lock her favourite work . She once did me the favour to play over with me ( with the cards ) his celebrated game of Ombre in that poem ; and to explain to me how ...
... knew Sarah Battle many — Pope was her favourite author : his Rape of the Lock her favourite work . She once did me the favour to play over with me ( with the cards ) his celebrated game of Ombre in that poem ; and to explain to me how ...
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Página 27 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 52 - Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire — stories of Celaeno and the Harpies — may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition ; but they were there before. They are transcripts, types, — the archetypes are in us, and eternal.
Página 116 - James White is extinct, and with him these suppers have long ceased. He carried away with him half the fun of the world when he died — of my world at least.
Página 98 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Página 97 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; 8 and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Página 134 - Agathocles' pot — a Mordecai in your gate— a Lazarus at your door — a lion in your path — a frog in your chamber — a fly in your ointment — a mote in your eye — a triumph to your enemy— an apology to your friends — the one thing not needful — the hail in harvest — the ounce of sour in a pound of sweet.
Página 94 - ... where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the Abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, That would be foolish, indeed.
Página 41 - I even think that sentimentally I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. I have been practising
Página 121 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it.
Página 53 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.