History of English Literature, Том 2Edmonston & Douglas, 1874 |
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... whence it is that our conversation is so much refined ? I must freely , and without flattery , ascribe it to the court . ' combative and argumentative existence to the reveries and seclusion of 4 [ BOOK III THE CLASSIC AGE .
... whence it is that our conversation is so much refined ? I must freely , and without flattery , ascribe it to the court . ' combative and argumentative existence to the reveries and seclusion of 4 [ BOOK III THE CLASSIC AGE .
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Hippolyte Taine. combative and argumentative existence to the reveries and seclusion of the true poet . Such circumstances teach the art of writing clearly and soundly , methodical and connected discussion , strong and exact style ...
Hippolyte Taine. combative and argumentative existence to the reveries and seclusion of the true poet . Such circumstances teach the art of writing clearly and soundly , methodical and connected discussion , strong and exact style ...
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... 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 , nor Racine's reason be ...
... 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 , nor Racine's reason be ...
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... existence ; there is a hidden philosophy under its circumvolutions and violences , and the audience ought to be capable of comprehending it , as the poet is of conceiving it . The hearer must have reflected or felt with energy or ...
... existence ; there is a hidden philosophy under its circumvolutions and violences , and the audience ought to be capable of comprehending it , as the poet is of conceiving it . The hearer must have reflected or felt with energy or ...
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... existence of God . Are not theology , morality , set forth in a noble or piquant style , pleasures for the drawing - room and adornments of luxury ? Fancy finds place amongst them , floats about and sparkles like a light flame over all ...
... existence of God . Are not theology , morality , set forth in a noble or piquant style , pleasures for the drawing - room and adornments of luxury ? Fancy finds place amongst them , floats about and sparkles like a light flame over all ...
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Сторінка 529 - 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 148 - I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London that a young, healthy child well nursed is, at a year old, . a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
Сторінка 104 - It was said of Socrates that he brought Philosophy down from, heaven, to inhabit among men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffeehouses.
Сторінка 205 - This day, black Omens threat the brightest Fair, That e'er deserv'da watchful spirit's care; Some dire disaster, or by force, or slight; But what, or where, the fates have wrapt in night. Whether the nymph shall break Diana's law, Or some frail China jar receive a flaw; Or stain her honour or her new brocade; Forget her pray'rs, or miss a masquerade; Or lose her heart, or necklace, at a ball; Or whether Heav'n has doom'd that Shock must fall.
Сторінка 115 - Bridge, said I, standing in the Midst of the Tide. The Bridge thou seest, said he, is human Life, consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely Survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire Arches, with several broken Arches, which added to those that were entire, made up the Number about an hundred.
Сторінка 535 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
Сторінка 529 - 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.
Сторінка 362 - 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.
Сторінка 44 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!