Among the Great Masters of Literature: Scenes in the Lives of Great AuthorsD. Estes, 1900 - 225 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration Alain Chartier Alcæus Alcaic verses Alma Tadema's ASTOR Beatrice beautiful Berlin blind Boccaccio Burns CARLOS Célimène Charles Chartier Chatterton Chaucer Chios Dante daughter death Defoe Diderot died Doctor Doctor Johnson Duchess Duke Edinburgh emperor England eyes Eyre Crowe fame famous father favourite Ford Madox Brown Frederick Gallery gloves Goldsmith grisette hand heart Henry Homer honour Horace Horneck Iliad John John Faed John Milton Johnson king Lady Mary Laura Lecomte du Nouy letter listen look Lord love is dead lover Mæcenas Margaret married Meissonier Menzel Milton Molière Muses Museum noble Oliver Cromwell once painter painting patron Petrarch picture pillory poems poet poetry Pope Queen rest Rome Rossetti Royal Academy Salon Sappho says scene seen Shakespeare sings Sir Thomas sits song soul Stella Swift thee Thomas Lucy thou TILDEN FOUNDATIONS tion verse Virgil Voltaire Walton William Powell Frith willow-tree woman words wrote YORK young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 17 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No : — Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State; And sovereign Law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing...
Seite 92 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Seite 147 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help...
Seite 78 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life!
Seite 16 - What Constitutes a State? WHAT constitutes a State? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate — Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned — Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride — Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; men, high-minded men...
Seite 159 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Seite 146 - My Lord, I have been lately informed, by the proprietor of The World, that two papers, in which my Dictionary is recommended to the public, were written by your Lordship.
Seite 146 - I had done all that I could, and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little. Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door...
Seite 147 - The shepherd in Virgil grew at last acquainted with Love, and found him a native of the rocks. Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached...
Seite 92 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.