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id: 6865
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Four Years
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  I was convinced, from some obscure meditation, that Stevenson's conversational method had joined him to my elders and to the indifferent world, as though it were right for old men, and unambitious men and all women, to be content with charm and humour. When I think of him, the antithesis that is the foundation of human nature being ever in my sight, I see his crippled legs as though he were some Vulcan perpetually forging swords for other men to use; and certainly I always thought of C..., a fine classical scholar, a pale and seemingly gentle man, as our chief swordsman and bravo.


id: 33348
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: Reveries over Childhood and Youth
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sentence: 1102
flesch: 72
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  From that on I wandered about raths and faery hills and questioned old women and old men and, when I was tired out or unhappy, began to long for some such end as True Thomas found. My uncle had the respect of the common people as few Sligo men have had it; he would have thought a stronger emotion an intrusion on his privacy.


id: 10459
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Celtic Twilight
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flesch: 82
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  There were fine passages in all, but these were often embedded in thoughts which have evidently a special value to his mind, but are to other men the counters of an unknown coinage. These two men were of the size of living men, but the others were small.


id: 33505
author: Yeats, W. B. (William Butler)
title: The Trembling of the Veil
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flesch: 62
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  Henceforth no mind made like a perfectly proportioned human body shall sway the public, for great men must live in a portion of themselves, become professional and abstract; but seeing that the moon's third quarter is scarce passed, that abstraction has attained but not passed its climax, that a half, as I affirm it, of the twenty-second night still lingers, they may subdue and conquer; cherish, even, some Utopian dream; spread abstraction ever further till thought is but a film, and there is no dark depth any more, surface only. I have known men come to London full of bright prospects and seen them complete wrecks in a few months through a habit of answering letters.


id: 12014
author: Cibber, Theophilus
title: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume IV.
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sentence: 3469
flesch: 65
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  Mr. Dennis we have already observed, waged a perpetual war with successful writers, except those few who were his friends; but never engaged with so much fury, and less justice, against the writings of any poet, as those of Mr. Pope. Mr. Dennis put his name to every thing he wrote against him, which Mr. Pope considered as a circumstance of candour.


id: 10622
author: Cibber, Theophilus
title: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume III.
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  When the funeral was over, Mr. Charles Dryden sent a challenge to lord Jefferys, who refusing to answer it, he sent several others, and went often himself; but could neither get a letter delivered, nor admittance to speak to him; which so incensed him, that finding his lordship refused to answer him like a gentleman, he resolved to watch an opportunity, and brave him to fight, though with all the rules of honour; which his lordship hearing, quitted the town, and Mr. Charles never had an opportunity to meet him, though he sought it to his death, with the utmost application. Mr. Dryden speaking of this piece, in his dedication of his Rival Ladies, says, that it is a poem, which, for the Majesty of the stile, will ever be the exact standard of good writing, and the noble author of an essay on human life, bestows upon it the most lavish encomium[3].


id: 16469
author: Cibber, Theophilus
title: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume II.
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  The Latin epitaph informs us, that Mr. King was son of Sir John King, secretary for Ireland to Queen Elizabeth, James I. and Charles I. and that he was fellow in Christ's-College Cambridge, and was drowned in the twenty-fifth year of his age. There have been various conjectures concerning the cause that produced in Milton so great an aversion to Charles I. One is, that when Milton stood candidate for a professorship at Cambridge with his much esteemed friend Mr. King, their interest and qualifications were equal, upon which his Majesty was required by his nomination to fix the professor; his answer was, let the best-natured man have it; to which they who heard him, immediately replied; 'then we are certain it cannot be Milton's, who was ever remarkable for a stern ungovernable man.'--Whether


id: 12090
author: Cibber, Theophilus
title: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume V.
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sentence: 3544
flesch: 62
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  Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope have enobled by their practice. Trapp, with all his virtues (for I think it appears he possessed many) had yet much of the priest in him, and for that very reason, perhaps, has shewn some resentment to Dryden; but if he has with little candour of criticism treated Mr. Dryden, he has with great servility flattered Mr. Pope; and has insinuated, as if the Palm of Genius were to be yielded to the latter.


id: 10598
author: Cibber, Theophilus
title: The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753) Volume I.
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sentence: 3570
flesch: 64
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  Mrs. Cooper, author of the Muses Library, is of opinion that he preceded Chaucer, and observes that in more places than one that great poet seems to copy Langland; but I am rather inclined to believe that he was cotemporary with him, which accounts for her observation, and my conjecture is strengthened by the consideration of his stile, which is equally unmusical and obsolete with Chaucer's; and tho' Dryden has told us that Chaucer exceeded those who followed him at 50 or 60 years distance, in point of smoothness, yet with great submission to his judgment, I think there is some alteration even in Skelton and Harding, which will appear to the reader to the best advantage by a quotation. At other times his wit breaks out again with an uncommon brightness, and shines, I'd almost said, without an equal.


