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... whole ; it is an animated existence , which lives on its own blood , and which languishes or dies if deprived of some of its blood and supplied from the veins of another . Shakspeare's imagination cannot be guided by Racine's reason ...
... whole ; it is an animated existence , which lives on its own blood , and which languishes or dies if deprived of some of its blood and supplied from the veins of another . Shakspeare's imagination cannot be guided by Racine's reason ...
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... whole world , for a whole world is necessary to form noble souls . Virtue , in the French tragic poets , is founded on reason , religion , education , philosophy . Their characters have that uprightness of mind , that clearness of logic ...
... whole world , for a whole world is necessary to form noble souls . Virtue , in the French tragic poets , is founded on reason , religion , education , philosophy . Their characters have that uprightness of mind , that clearness of logic ...
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... whole art of special pleading . He has happy antitheses , ornamental epithets , finely - wrought comparisons , and all the artifices of the literary mind . What is most striking is , that he abandons the dramatic and national verse ...
... whole art of special pleading . He has happy antitheses , ornamental epithets , finely - wrought comparisons , and all the artifices of the literary mind . What is most striking is , that he abandons the dramatic and national verse ...
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... whole gang . ' 3 As to Macheath , he is a fit son - in - law for such a politician . If less brilliant in council than in action , that only suits his age . Point out a young and noble officer who has a better address , or performs ...
... whole gang . ' 3 As to Macheath , he is a fit son - in - law for such a politician . If less brilliant in council than in action , that only suits his age . Point out a young and noble officer who has a better address , or performs ...
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... Whole Duty of Man , alone able to force their way to the window - ledge of the yeoman and squire , where four volumes , their whole library , rest amid the fishing - tackle . You can only move the men of this race by moral reflections ...
... Whole Duty of Man , alone able to force their way to the window - ledge of the yeoman and squire , where four volumes , their whole library , rest amid the fishing - tackle . You can only move the men of this race by moral reflections ...
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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.