Transactions of the Royal Society of Literature of the United Kingdom

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H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1908 - English literature
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Page 103 - The sea of faith Was once too at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled ; But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 144 - us in our infancy : Shades of the prison house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth, who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended : At length
Page 222 - For that which I do I allow not : for what I would that do I not ; but what 1 hate that do I. If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good. . . . But I see another law in my
Page 232 - : Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven; the fated sky Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. Listen to Romeo when he had become indeed a man : Then I defy you stars ! Listen to Cassius, who more than
Page 250 - canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus, with the host of heaven came ; And, lo ! creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O sun ? or who could find Whilst
Page 233 - If it be now, it is not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all." So, too, in
Page 231 - chant of the witches : Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air. Could there be a more significant suggestion* that what Macbeth is meeting is but his own wicked thoughts, his own half-understood purposes of grasping ambition and cruel murder
Page 103 - really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain, And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and fight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Page 223 - communities which compose a great empire. It looks to me to be narrow and pedantic to apply the ordinary ideas of criminal justice to this great public contest. I do not know the method of drawing up an indictment against a whole people.
Page 54 - Do not laugh at me ; For as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia. Cord. : And so I am, I am. Lear : Be your tears wet? yes, faith. I pray you, weep If

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