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... KALENDAR OF SCOT- With Personal Notices of those of Alba . In one vol . [ In the press . TISH SAINTS . 4to . EDINBURGH : EDMONSTON & DOUGLAS . HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE . EDINBURGH : PRINTED BY MURRAY Edmonston & Douglas '
... KALENDAR OF SCOT- With Personal Notices of those of Alba . In one vol . [ In the press . TISH SAINTS . 4to . EDINBURGH : EDMONSTON & DOUGLAS . HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE . EDINBURGH : PRINTED BY MURRAY Edmonston & Douglas '
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... English theatre - His judgment of the new French theatre - Composite works— Incongruities of his drama - Tyrannic Love - Grossness of his characters- The Indian Emperor , Aureng - zebe , Almanzor . IV . Style of his drama - Rhymed verse ...
... English theatre - His judgment of the new French theatre - Composite works— Incongruities of his drama - Tyrannic Love - Grossness of his characters- The Indian Emperor , Aureng - zebe , Almanzor . IV . Style of his drama - Rhymed verse ...
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... English classical spirit , its structure , its gaps and its powers , its forma- tion and its development . I. The subject is a young man , Lord Hastings , who died of smallpox at the age of nineteen : ' His body was an orb , his sublime ...
... English classical spirit , its structure , its gaps and its powers , its forma- tion and its development . I. The subject is a young man , Lord Hastings , who died of smallpox at the age of nineteen : ' His body was an orb , his sublime ...
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... English pit can blame in the French stage . He says : ... " The beauties of the French poesy are the beauties of a statue , but not of a man , because not animated with the soul of poesy , which is imitation of humour and passions ...
... English pit can blame in the French stage . He says : ... " The beauties of the French poesy are the beauties of a statue , but not of a man , because not animated with the soul of poesy , which is imitation of humour and passions ...
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... English court : it imitated that of Louis XIV . as a sign - painter imitates an artist . It had neither taste nor refinement , and wished to appear as if it possessed them . Panders and licentious women , bullying or butchering ...
... English court : it imitated that of Louis XIV . as a sign - painter imitates an artist . It had neither taste nor refinement , and wished to appear as if it possessed them . Panders and licentious women , bullying or butchering ...
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History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun, Том 2 Hippolyte Adolphe Taine Повний перегляд - 1873 |
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Сторінка 187 - WE were now treading that illustrious Island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible.
Сторінка 280 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Сторінка 359 - Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which 1 bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
Сторінка 521 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Сторінка 256 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Сторінка 33 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed ; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Сторінка 33 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 263 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
Сторінка 526 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Сторінка 526 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.