Poétique anglaise, Том 1de l'Imprimerie de Valade; et se trouve chez T. Barrois fils, 1806 |
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... hearts . Fair hope displays its pinions to the wind , And flutters in the lines , and lifts the mind . Brisk joy with transports fills the rising strains , Breaks in the notes , and bounds in ev'ry vein . Stern courage , glitt'ring in ...
... hearts . Fair hope displays its pinions to the wind , And flutters in the lines , and lifts the mind . Brisk joy with transports fills the rising strains , Breaks in the notes , and bounds in ev'ry vein . Stern courage , glitt'ring in ...
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... heart ! Sweet inmate , hail ! thou source of sterling joy , That poverty itself cannot destroy , * * O viens , esprit bienheureux , qui que tu sois , toi , chaleur pénétrante , qui planes autour de mon cœur ! hôte aimable , salut ! toi ...
... heart ! Sweet inmate , hail ! thou source of sterling joy , That poverty itself cannot destroy , * * O viens , esprit bienheureux , qui que tu sois , toi , chaleur pénétrante , qui planes autour de mon cœur ! hôte aimable , salut ! toi ...
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... heart , or necklace , at a ball ; Or whether heaven has doom'd that Shock must fall : * * Soit que la nymphe doive violer les lois de Diane , ou briser quelque fragile porcelaine de la Chine ; faire une tache à son honneur ou à sa robe ...
... heart , or necklace , at a ball ; Or whether heaven has doom'd that Shock must fall : * * Soit que la nymphe doive violer les lois de Diane , ou briser quelque fragile porcelaine de la Chine ; faire une tache à son honneur ou à sa robe ...
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... hearts No sacred nuptial chains have yet confin'd ; Attentive hear , and dayly , nightly weigh The counsels sage , which thro ' my raptur'd breast you th'auspicious heavenly muse conveys ; To * * Maintenant écoutez , vous amans , dont ...
... hearts No sacred nuptial chains have yet confin'd ; Attentive hear , and dayly , nightly weigh The counsels sage , which thro ' my raptur'd breast you th'auspicious heavenly muse conveys ; To * * Maintenant écoutez , vous amans , dont ...
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... heart from home , From her estrang'd ? at that disastrous hour Wilt thou ungently spurn her from thy love ? * dans ton ravissement se confondait , uni autant que · · deux âmes peuvent se mêler ; elle , qui crut tes vœux sincères , qui ...
... heart from home , From her estrang'd ? at that disastrous hour Wilt thou ungently spurn her from thy love ? * dans ton ravissement se confondait , uni autant que · · deux âmes peuvent se mêler ; elle , qui crut tes vœux sincères , qui ...
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Стр. 100 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Стр. 283 - Go, lovely Rose — Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 134 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Стр. 142 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
Стр. 285 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Стр. 194 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name : Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame...
Стр. 200 - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day...
Стр. 284 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Стр. 14 - The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys ; And Boileau still in right of Horace sways.
Стр. 286 - To pass our tedious hours away We throw a merry main, Or else at serious ombre play: But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue? We were undone when we left you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.