The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My Grandson — John Shaqi
The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My GrandsonColeridge, Stephen
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The Glory of English Prose: Letters to My Grandson
Coleridge, Stephen
Coleridge, Stephen, 1854-1936; English language -- Great Britain -- Style; English prose literature -- History and criticism
"Yet I do not give up the country--I see her in a swoon, but she
is not dead--though in her tomb she lies helpless and motionless,
still there is on her lips a spirit of life, and on her cheeks a
glow of beauty--
"Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there."
"While a plank of the vessel sticks together, I will not leave
her. Let the courtier present his flimsy sail, and carry the light
bark of his faith, with every new breath of wind--I will remain
anchored here--with fidelity to the fortunes of my country,
faithful to her freedom, faithful to her fall."
Of another character, but not less admirable than his eloquence in the
Senate, was Grattan's achievement with the pen. His description of the
great Lord Chatham lives as one of the most noble panegyrics--it not
the most noble--in the world. No writer, before or since, has offered
anyone such splendid homage as this--that he never sunk "to the
vulgar level of the great."
"The Secretary stood alone. Modern degeneracy had not reached him.
Original and unaccommodating, the features of his character had
the hardihood of antiquity, his august mind overawed majesty, and
one of his sovereigns thought royalty so impaired in his presence
that he conspired to remove him, in order to be relieved from his
superiority. No state chicanery, no narrow systems of vicious
politics, no idle contest for ministerial victories sunk him to
the vulgar level of the great; but, overbearing, persuasive, and
impracticable, his object was England,--his ambition was fame;
without dividing, he destroyed party; without corrupting, he made
a venal age unanimous; France sunk beneath him; with one hand he
smote the House of Bourbon, and wielded in the other the democracy
of England. The sight of his mind was infinite, and his schemes
were to affect, not England, not the present age only, but Europe
and posterity. Wonderful were the means by which these schemes
were accomplished, always seasonable, always adequate, the
suggestions of an understanding animated by ardour, and
enlightened by prophecy.
"The ordinary feelings which make life amiable and indolent--those
sensations which soften, and allure, and vulgarise--were unknown
to him; no domestic difficulties, no domestic weakness reached
him; but, aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied
by its intercourse, he came occasionally into our system to
counsel and decide.
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