Literary Essays: Shakespeare once moreHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 |
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æsthetic artist Aurengzebe beauty Ben Jonson better birds blank verse called Canterbury Tales character charm Châteaubriand Chaucer Clytemnestra conscious criticism Dante delightful doubt Dryden easy English expression familiar fancy feeling force French genius give Goethe Greek Hamlet hint human nature ideal imagination John Dryden Jonson judgment kind language Latin less literary literature living look Marie de France meaning ment metrist Milton mind modern Molière moral never numbers once original Ovid passage passion perhaps phrase Piers Ploughman play poem poet poetic poetry Pope Preface prose Provençal rhyme Rutebeuf satire says seems sense sentiment Shake Shakespeare snow sometimes soul speak style sure sympathy tells Theocritus thing thou thought tion tragedy Troubadours Trouvères true truth ture versification Voltaire vulgar whole wholly winter words Wordsworth writing wrote
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Página 144 - But the excellence and dignity of it were never fully known till Mr. Waller taught it ; he first made writing easily an art ; first showed us to conclude the sense, most commonly in distichs, which, in the verse of those before him, runs on for so many lines together, that the reader is out of breath to overtake it.
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