History of English Literature: By H.A. Taine, Translated by H. Van Laun... With a Preface Prepared Expressly for this Translation by the Author, Том 1Holt, 1885 |
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... leave my task to those who are at home in England ; they are apt to say that they know our personage better because they are of his family . True , but in living with a person one is not specially apt to be aware of his peculiarities ...
... leave my task to those who are at home in England ; they are apt to say that they know our personage better because they are of his family . True , but in living with a person one is not specially apt to be aware of his peculiarities ...
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... leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of the billows has in it an inexplicable restlessness and harshness . From Holland to Jutland , a string of small , deluged islands bears wit- ness to their ravages ...
... leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of the billows has in it an inexplicable restlessness and harshness . From Holland to Jutland , a string of small , deluged islands bears wit- ness to their ravages ...
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... leaves - what dreams can he have , gazing upon his mud - pools and his sombre sky ? ' II . Huge white bodies , cool ... leaving behind them the red light of their burnings , went farther on to begin again . ' Lord , ' says a certain ...
... leaves - what dreams can he have , gazing upon his mud - pools and his sombre sky ? ' II . Huge white bodies , cool ... leaving behind them the red light of their burnings , went farther on to begin again . ' Lord , ' says a certain ...
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... leave out some , for I must be brief . Chaucer is like a jeweller with his hands full : pearls and glass beads , sparkling diamonds and common agates , black jet and ruby roses , all that history and imagination had been able to gather ...
... leave out some , for I must be brief . Chaucer is like a jeweller with his hands full : pearls and glass beads , sparkling diamonds and common agates , black jet and ruby roses , all that history and imagination had been able to gather ...
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... leave us with our arms swinging about in our black coats . In fact , it was the close of feudal life , and the beginning of court - life , just as to - day court - life is at an end , and the democratic reign has begun . With the two ...
... leave us with our arms swinging about in our black coats . In fact , it was the close of feudal life , and the beginning of court - life , just as to - day court - life is at an end , and the democratic reign has begun . With the two ...
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Сторінка 305 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 302 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Сторінка 43 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods. The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Сторінка 43 - 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...
Сторінка 268 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 282 - 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 298 - For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Сторінка 419 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 451 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Сторінка 298 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...