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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... taste too correct ; at least , I must allege something against you both to excuse my own dotage— So lonely ' twas , that God Himself Scarce seemèd there to be . But you allow some elaborate beauties - you should have extracted ' em ...
... taste too correct ; at least , I must allege something against you both to excuse my own dotage— So lonely ' twas , that God Himself Scarce seemèd there to be . But you allow some elaborate beauties - you should have extracted ' em ...
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... taste , by the common satire upon parsons and lawyers in the beginning , and the coarse epithet of " pin - point " in the sixth stanza . I may interrupt Charles Lamb for a moment to tell you that Wordsworth originally wrote the stanza ...
... taste , by the common satire upon parsons and lawyers in the beginning , and the coarse epithet of " pin - point " in the sixth stanza . I may interrupt Charles Lamb for a moment to tell you that Wordsworth originally wrote the stanza ...
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... taste he was ahead of his age , and often in ethical questions also . For instance , in the year 1824 , William Blake , painter and poet , was known to those of the general public who knew his name at all , chiefly as a harmless lunatic ...
... taste he was ahead of his age , and often in ethical questions also . For instance , in the year 1824 , William Blake , painter and poet , was known to those of the general public who knew his name at all , chiefly as a harmless lunatic ...
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... taste . Monuments to goodness , even after death , are equivocal . I turn away from Howard's , I scarce know why . Goodness blows no trumpet , nor desires to have it blown . should be modest for a modest man — as he is for himself . The ...
... taste . Monuments to goodness , even after death , are equivocal . I turn away from Howard's , I scarce know why . Goodness blows no trumpet , nor desires to have it blown . should be modest for a modest man — as he is for himself . The ...
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... taste and opinion . We , his readers , have watched them also , in ourselves and in one another . Many a reader has , I believe , known what it is to lose something of his first love ( not without sorrow , as for a lost illusion ) , and ...
... taste and opinion . We , his readers , have watched them also , in ourselves and in one another . Many a reader has , I believe , known what it is to lose something of his first love ( not without sorrow , as for a lost illusion ) , and ...
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