The Afternoon Lectures on Literature and Art: Delivered in the Theatre of the Museum of Industry, S. Stephen's Green, Dublin, in April and May, 1865 |
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... books you may remember how Achilles pursues Hector round the walls of Troy , while the Gods above and the great Father of Gods and Men are looking anxiously on ; how that the prize for which these runners are a - running is great ...
... books you may remember how Achilles pursues Hector round the walls of Troy , while the Gods above and the great Father of Gods and Men are looking anxiously on ; how that the prize for which these runners are a - running is great ...
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... book , or , at all events , a popular text - book , in our junior schools . ON HISTORY . 13.
... book , or , at all events , a popular text - book , in our junior schools . ON HISTORY . 13.
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... book of all , the Life and Adventures of Harry Esmond . After fault - finding with historians , and recommending the works of biographers and novelists , I would now venture somewhat paradoxically to state that the study of history ...
... book of all , the Life and Adventures of Harry Esmond . After fault - finding with historians , and recommending the works of biographers and novelists , I would now venture somewhat paradoxically to state that the study of history ...
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... books that , like Melchizedek , have had no father , and leave behind them no son . Were we to weigh in opposite scales ... book of the Eneid ; the Second Philippic of Cicero ; and the Annals of Tacitus and the Enchyri- dion of Epictetus ...
... books that , like Melchizedek , have had no father , and leave behind them no son . Were we to weigh in opposite scales ... book of the Eneid ; the Second Philippic of Cicero ; and the Annals of Tacitus and the Enchyri- dion of Epictetus ...
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... books in which the author speaks for himself in his own pure personality , but by reciters who might vary them as they chose , and in whose performances the original authorship was lost . The audience did not expect originality in what ...
... books in which the author speaks for himself in his own pure personality , but by reciters who might vary them as they chose , and in whose performances the original authorship was lost . The audience did not expect originality in what ...
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Page 215 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 137 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 147 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Page 146 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter?
Page 112 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres. To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 145 - It is true no age can restore a life, whereof perhaps there is no great loss; and revolutions of ages do not oft recover the loss of a rejected truth, for the want of which whole nations fare the worse.
Page 145 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys" a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the Earth ; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Page 130 - It is to be regretted that the prose writings of Milton should, in our time, be so little read. As compositions, they deserve the attention of every man who wishes to become acquainted with the full power of the English language. They abound with passages compared with which the finest declamations of Burke sink into insignificance.
Page 145 - We should be wary therefore what persecution we raise against the living labours of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books ; since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a martyrdom...
Page 59 - Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !