Cambridge Essays, Volumul 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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Pagina 10
... perhaps , yet colder and graver than usual , for he was on the eve of leaving Paris on an errand of which the ostensible object , to compass a marriage , would only serve more effectually to frustrate an object yet dearer - the ...
... perhaps , yet colder and graver than usual , for he was on the eve of leaving Paris on an errand of which the ostensible object , to compass a marriage , would only serve more effectually to frustrate an object yet dearer - the ...
Pagina 12
... scene from which the play takes its name ) is perhaps the most charming in all Molière's works . t * Notes Historiques sur la vie de Molière , p . 53 . The Précieuses Ridicules an Epoch in Comedy . 13 We 12 The Life and Genius of Molière .
... scene from which the play takes its name ) is perhaps the most charming in all Molière's works . t * Notes Historiques sur la vie de Molière , p . 53 . The Précieuses Ridicules an Epoch in Comedy . 13 We 12 The Life and Genius of Molière .
Pagina 15
... Perhaps the best criticism ever passed upon Voiture was the remark of a girl of twelve years of age , Mademoiselle de Bourbon , who said she thought " qu'il fallait le conserver dans du sucre . " Chapelain and Conrart , or even De Retz ...
... Perhaps the best criticism ever passed upon Voiture was the remark of a girl of twelve years of age , Mademoiselle de Bourbon , who said she thought " qu'il fallait le conserver dans du sucre . " Chapelain and Conrart , or even De Retz ...
Pagina 16
... Perhaps the name last mentioned may inspire some one with the audacity to reply in the affirmative . The authoress of the Grand Cyrus and the Clélie has been the object of such withering contempt , especially from those who would feel ...
... Perhaps the name last mentioned may inspire some one with the audacity to reply in the affirmative . The authoress of the Grand Cyrus and the Clélie has been the object of such withering contempt , especially from those who would feel ...
Pagina 18
... Perhaps it may be worth mentioning , that the only free- born girl ( the rest are foundlings , slaves , or worse ) whom Plautus has introduced upon the stage , may be considered a Roman ' précieuse ridicule . ' We suppose Plautus found ...
... Perhaps it may be worth mentioning , that the only free- born girl ( the rest are foundlings , slaves , or worse ) whom Plautus has introduced upon the stage , may be considered a Roman ' précieuse ridicule . ' We suppose Plautus found ...
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Pagina 43 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Pagina 280 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries " a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Pagina 246 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Pagina 280 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Pagina 81 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Pagina 261 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Pagina 261 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Pagina 245 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Pagina 262 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Pagina 278 - Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er...