Lectures and Essays: The letters of Charles Lamb. How I traced Charles Lamb in Hertfordshire. Nether Stowey. Coleridge's ode to Wordsworth. The death of Tennyson. The secret of charm in literature. The influence of Chaucer upon his successors. The illiterate peasant. Some aspects of Mr. Stephen Phillips's new tragedy [Paolo and Francesca]. Mr. Dickens's amateur theatricals. Charles James Mathews. True and false humour in literature. Sir George Rose. The art of conversation. The teaching of English literature. Books and their usesMacmillan and Company, limited, 1905 |
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... mind than that last poem , which is yet one of the finest written . " That last poem , " here referred to , is no other than the immortal poem of Wordsworth's , which had been placed last in the little joint volume- the " Lines written ...
... mind than that last poem , which is yet one of the finest written . " That last poem , " here referred to , is no other than the immortal poem of Wordsworth's , which had been placed last in the little joint volume- the " Lines written ...
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... mind of man . But Lamb could do more , as a critic , than see the ridiculous on the one hand , and the sublime on the other . He could judge of details , and he could discriminate . Two years after this letter to Southey , Wordsworth ...
... mind of man . But Lamb could do more , as a critic , than see the ridiculous on the one hand , and the sublime on the other . He could judge of details , and he could discriminate . Two years after this letter to Southey , Wordsworth ...
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... mind . Gilded margins count a sin ; Let thy leaves attraction win By the golden rules within : Sayings fetched from sages old : Laws which Holy Writ unfold , Worthy to be graved in gold : Lighter fancies not excluding : Blameless wit ...
... mind . Gilded margins count a sin ; Let thy leaves attraction win By the golden rules within : Sayings fetched from sages old : Laws which Holy Writ unfold , Worthy to be graved in gold : Lighter fancies not excluding : Blameless wit ...
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... Mind of quiet Quakeress . These letters are rich in sterling sense , as well as poetic gossip and friendly badinage . Barton at one time was tempted , as so many have been and will be again , to leave the " drudgery of the desk's dead ...
... Mind of quiet Quakeress . These letters are rich in sterling sense , as well as poetic gossip and friendly badinage . Barton at one time was tempted , as so many have been and will be again , to leave the " drudgery of the desk's dead ...
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... mind , I think , hearing it again . O ! it is pleasant , with a heart at ease , Just after sunset , or by moonlight skies , To make the shifting clouds be what you please , Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness ...
... mind , I think , hearing it again . O ! it is pleasant , with a heart at ease , Just after sunset , or by moonlight skies , To make the shifting clouds be what you please , Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness ...
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