Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Том 2L. Hachette et cie, 1863 - 2409 стор. |
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... thou spirit of arts The soul of science , and the queen of souls , What profane violence , almost sacrilege , Hath here been offered thy divinities ! That thine own guiltless poverty should arm Prodigious ignorance to wound thee thus ...
... thou spirit of arts The soul of science , and the queen of souls , What profane violence , almost sacrilege , Hath here been offered thy divinities ! That thine own guiltless poverty should arm Prodigious ignorance to wound thee thus ...
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... haute bohême de Rome . 2 . Protest not . Thy looks are vows to me .... Thou art a man made to make consuls . Go . ( Acte I , sc . II . ) le lui contre la tyrannie , souhaite tout haut la 24 LIVRE II . LA RENAISSANCE .
... haute bohême de Rome . 2 . Protest not . Thy looks are vows to me .... Thou art a man made to make consuls . Go . ( Acte I , sc . II . ) le lui contre la tyrannie , souhaite tout haut la 24 LIVRE II . LA RENAISSANCE .
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... thou son of Sol , But brighter than thy father , let me kiss , With adoration , thee and every relick Of sacred treasure in this blessed room ! ( Acte I , sc . 1. ) Letting the cherry knock against their lips , And draw it by their ...
... thou son of Sol , But brighter than thy father , let me kiss , With adoration , thee and every relick Of sacred treasure in this blessed room ! ( Acte I , sc . 1. ) Letting the cherry knock against their lips , And draw it by their ...
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... Thou hast to day outgone thyself .... Prepare Me music , dances , banquets , all delights ; The Turk is not more ... thou wilt ; nay , coin me too , So thou , in this , but crown my longings , Mosca .... MOSCA . Have you no kinswoman ...
... Thou hast to day outgone thyself .... Prepare Me music , dances , banquets , all delights ; The Turk is not more ... thou wilt ; nay , coin me too , So thou , in this , but crown my longings , Mosca .... MOSCA . Have you no kinswoman ...
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... thou hast incensed , I'll do it ! CELIA . Sir , what you please , you may , I am your martyr . CORVINO . Be not thus obstinate ; I have not deserved it . Think who it is intreats you . ' Prithee , sweet . Good faith , thou shalt have ...
... thou hast incensed , I'll do it ! CELIA . Sir , what you please , you may , I am your martyr . CORVINO . Be not thus obstinate ; I have not deserved it . Think who it is intreats you . ' Prithee , sweet . Good faith , thou shalt have ...
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Сторінка 376 - And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Сторінка 97 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Сторінка 391 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 389 - ... to inbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility, to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune; to celebrate in glorious and lofty hymns the throne and equipage of God's almightiness, and what he works, and what he suffers to be wrought with high providence in his church...
Сторінка 397 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Сторінка 425 - Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Сторінка 131 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss'; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Сторінка 400 - All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. Along the crisped shades and bowers Revels the spruce and jocund Spring; The Graces and the rosy-bosomed Hours Thither all their bounties bring.
Сторінка 165 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Сторінка 425 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost arch-angel, "this the seat That we must change for heav'n ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light?