Interpretations of Literature, Volume 2Dodd, Mead, 1915 Lectures to his students while he "held the chair of English literature in the University of Tokyo from 1896 to 1902"--Confer Introduction. |
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... beginning of the seventeenth centuries Shakespeare was read and enjoyed only as schoolboys of twelve or four- teen years old now read and enjoy him - that is to say , he was read for the story only , without any suspicion of what an ...
... beginning of the seventeenth centuries Shakespeare was read and enjoyed only as schoolboys of twelve or four- teen years old now read and enjoy him - that is to say , he was read for the story only , without any suspicion of what an ...
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... beginning of the present century ; and in the short space of eleven years— from 1804 to 1815 - the working of that brain resulted in the destruction of 3,700,000 human lives ( Taine , “ La Régime Moderne , " vol . 1 , p . 115 ) . For a ...
... beginning of the present century ; and in the short space of eleven years— from 1804 to 1815 - the working of that brain resulted in the destruction of 3,700,000 human lives ( Taine , “ La Régime Moderne , " vol . 1 , p . 115 ) . For a ...
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... beginning to crowd them out , to dominate them , to do as he pleases with their dramas , and to monop- olise public attention . In 1594 we find him playing be- fore Queen Elizabeth at Christmas time . Thereafter his success begins . It ...
... beginning to crowd them out , to dominate them , to do as he pleases with their dramas , and to monop- olise public attention . In 1594 we find him playing be- fore Queen Elizabeth at Christmas time . Thereafter his success begins . It ...
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... beginning the " Passionate Pilgrim , " When my love swears that she is made of truth , I do believe her - though I know she lies , were inscribed to a real person , I must remind you that it is equally possible the person existed only ...
... beginning the " Passionate Pilgrim , " When my love swears that she is made of truth , I do believe her - though I know she lies , were inscribed to a real person , I must remind you that it is equally possible the person existed only ...
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... beginning of the play until the end we have no real explanation as to why Iago hates Othello and ruins him . Of course Iago says in one passage that he suspects Othello of having committed adultery with his wife . But it is quite ...
... beginning of the play until the end we have no real explanation as to why Iago hates Othello and ruins him . Of course Iago says in one passage that he suspects Othello of having committed adultery with his wife . But it is quite ...
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Page 318 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 124 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 272 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Page 238 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 126 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 238 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 252 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 127 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future!
Page 302 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Page 124 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!