on with others, and they are to be measured by a recognized standard; but there is something in his genius that is incalculable.
It would be hard to define the causes of the difference of impression made upon us respectively by two such men as Aeschylus and Euripides, but we feel profoundly that the latter, though in some respects a better dramatist, was an infinitely lighter weight.
Aeschylus stirs something in us far deeper than the sources of mere pleasurable excitement.
The man behind thAeschylus stirs something in us far deeper than the sources of mere pleasurable excitement.
The man behind the verse is far greater than the verse itself, and the impulse he gives to what is deepest and most sacred in us, though we cannot always explain it, is none the less real and lasting.
Some men always seem to remain outside their work; others make their individuality felt in every part of it; their very life vibrates in every verse, and we do not wonder that it has made them lean for many years.
The virtue that has gone out of them abides in what they do. The book such a man makes is indeed,