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actual Addison alliteration amphibrach anapaest Anglo-Saxon Aristotle arrangement Authorised Version balance beautiful beoS better blank verse cadence called century certainly character Chaucer clauses colour course criticism Cynewulf dactyl dochmiac doubt Dryden effect elaborate English prose Euphuism examples extent fact famous feet foot French genius give Greek harmony hath heaven Hooker iamb iambic influence kind Landor language Latin least less literary literature Lord Malory matter means merely metre Middle English molossus monosyllable nature never observed Old English once original ornate paeon paragraph parallel passage perhaps phrase poet poetic poetry possible prose rhythm Prosody Quincey Quintilian reader remarkable rhetorical rhythmical Ruskin scansion seems sense sentence short sometimes spondee style Suspiria syllable thee things thou thought tion translation trochaic trochee unto vulgar Vulgate whole words writer Wyclif
Page 232 - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him...
Page 276 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 232 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards and found her there.
Page 170 - We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do, till her master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection.
Page 276 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in— glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 276 - Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in; glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy. Oh, what a revolution! and what a heart must I have to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall...
Page 372 - ... had extracted a vast treasure of erudition, a treasure too often buried in the earth, too often paraded with injudicious and inelegant ostentation, but still precious, massive, and splendid, there appeared the voluptuous charms of her to whom the heir of the throne had in secret plighted his faith, there too was she, the beautiful mother of a beautiful race, the saint cecilia whose delicate features, lighted up by love and music, art has rescued from the common decay...
Page 187 - Oblivion is not to be hired: the greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man. Twentyseven names make up the first story before the flood, and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century.
Page 186 - To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our beliefs. We whose generations are ordained in this setting part of time, are providentially taken off from such imaginations; and, being necessitated to eye the remaining particle of futurity, are naturally constituted unto thoughts of the next world, and cannot excusably decline the consideration of that...
Page 170 - Osiris, took the virgin truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them.