Cambridge Essays, Volumul 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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Pagina 16
... pictures of love which could be witnessed without a blush , and dialogues between the sexes which could be written without asterisks . It must further be remembered that you lose the whole point of Molière's play - his précieuses cease ...
... pictures of love which could be witnessed without a blush , and dialogues between the sexes which could be written without asterisks . It must further be remembered that you lose the whole point of Molière's play - his précieuses cease ...
Pagina 17
... picture of the English gentleman , as for us to represent Molière's Précieuses Ridicules as a true delineation of the Sevignés , the Sablés , and the Longuevilles of France in the seventeenth century . We might go further , and sum up ...
... picture of the English gentleman , as for us to represent Molière's Précieuses Ridicules as a true delineation of the Sevignés , the Sablés , and the Longuevilles of France in the seventeenth century . We might go further , and sum up ...
Pagina 29
... pictures of reckless libertinism and blasphemy , that at last it seems quite in the order of nature that his hero should be miraculously dragged to hell . Once , and once only , does Molière furnish a glimpse of that secret terror of an ...
... pictures of reckless libertinism and blasphemy , that at last it seems quite in the order of nature that his hero should be miraculously dragged to hell . Once , and once only , does Molière furnish a glimpse of that secret terror of an ...
Pagina 39
... picture of a hypocrite - ridden interior . The besotted infatua- tion of Orgon , the paterfamilias , the calm good sense and purity of his wife , Elmire , the sound genuine piety of his brother Cléante , the hot - headed , self - willed ...
... picture of a hypocrite - ridden interior . The besotted infatua- tion of Orgon , the paterfamilias , the calm good sense and purity of his wife , Elmire , the sound genuine piety of his brother Cléante , the hot - headed , self - willed ...
Pagina 71
... pictures of local manners , passages occur now and then which read very like a description of the Cannibal Islands by one of the head - chiefs ; but their value is none the less for philological purposes . It * On arriving at the Great ...
... pictures of local manners , passages occur now and then which read very like a description of the Cannibal Islands by one of the head - chiefs ; but their value is none the less for philological purposes . It * On arriving at the Great ...
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action Admiral Alceste allotropic American aragonite batteries beauty become bodies bromine called cause character chemical circumstances colour Comédie Française comedy common compound death doubt dramatic effect elements emotion enemy England English excite expression fact feelings force French genius geographical give Greek heart hero Hôtel de Rambouillet human hydrogen instance interest iodine kind language Le Misanthrope Le Tartuffe less literature live Locksley Hall marriage matter means mind modern Molière Molière's moral nature never novel novelists object observed ordinary passed passion peculiar perhaps person phosphorus picture play poem poet poetry Précieuses present principle racter reader remarkable represented Robinson Crusoe sail scene Shakspeare ships society steam story suppose Sveaborg Tartuffe temperature Tennyson things thought tion Tirso de Molina traveller true truth whole words writer
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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...