Essays and Tales in Prose: The story of the back-room window. A chapter of fragments. The usher. Monsieur de Bearn. The happy day. On English tragedy. On English poetry. A defence of poetry. Four dramatic scenes

Front Cover
Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853

From inside the book

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 163 - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore...
Page 101 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? — Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. — Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 158 - Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince. Fall like a cloud In gentle showers: give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers : easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
Page 101 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appeared to hapless Semele: More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azured arms:" And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
Page 168 - Sworn by his sire, a mortal foe to Rome, So Shadwell swore, nor should his vow be vain. That he till death true dulness would maintain; And, in his father's right, and realm's defence, Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
Page 168 - How can I praise or blame, and not offend, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? Her faults and virtues lie so mix'd that she Nor wholly stands condemn'd, nor wholly free.
Page 112 - Thou wert not so even now, sickness' pale hand Laid hold on thee even in the midst of feasting ; And when a cup crowned with thy lover's health Had touched thy lips, a sensible cold dew Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept To see such beauty alter.
Page 114 - Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak ; murder shrieks out : The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle : she died young.
Page 13 - ... to none in that band of humorists, whose beautiful depth of cheerful feeling is the very poetry of mirth. In ease, grace, delicate sharpness of satire, in a felicity of touch which often surpasses the felicity of Addison, in a subtlety of insight which often reaches...
Page 152 - On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, In view and opposite two cities stood, Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might; The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

Bibliographic information