Poétique anglaise, Том 3 |
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Стр. 102
... sentiment they please , And urge the sort of sentiment they raise . There close in order are the Questions plac'd , Which march with art conceal'd in shows of haste , And work the reader till his mind be brought To - make its answers in ...
... sentiment they please , And urge the sort of sentiment they raise . There close in order are the Questions plac'd , Which march with art conceal'd in shows of haste , And work the reader till his mind be brought To - make its answers in ...
Стр. 217
... sentiment dont le nom seul l'irrite ; Éprise du plaisir , esclave du devoir ; Prier Dieu le matin , et l'offenser le soir ; En lisant un roman tenir un catéchisme ; De la religion passer à l'athéisme ; Être enfin , ménageant le plaisir ...
... sentiment dont le nom seul l'irrite ; Éprise du plaisir , esclave du devoir ; Prier Dieu le matin , et l'offenser le soir ; En lisant un roman tenir un catéchisme ; De la religion passer à l'athéisme ; Être enfin , ménageant le plaisir ...
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... sentiments to hide ; Indulg'd thy vanity , and sooth'd thy pride . Though this submission to a tyrant paid , Whom not my duty , but my fears obey'd , If rightly weigh'd , would more deserve the blame , Who call it virtue , but prophane ...
... sentiments to hide ; Indulg'd thy vanity , and sooth'd thy pride . Though this submission to a tyrant paid , Whom not my duty , but my fears obey'd , If rightly weigh'd , would more deserve the blame , Who call it virtue , but prophane ...
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... sentiment ? Non ; l'amour n'est pour eux qu'un commerce galant , Un mensonge bannal , un tendre persifflage ?. De l'amour j'ai les feux , ils en ont le langage ; Seul , je ressens l'ardeur qu'ils osent exprimer ; Ils vous parlent d ...
... sentiment ? Non ; l'amour n'est pour eux qu'un commerce galant , Un mensonge bannal , un tendre persifflage ?. De l'amour j'ai les feux , ils en ont le langage ; Seul , je ressens l'ardeur qu'ils osent exprimer ; Ils vous parlent d ...
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... sentiment , Et qui fixe à jamais l'époux toujours amant . Ah ! quand le mois de mai se couronne de roses , Viens admirer les fleurs nouvellement écloses , Viens , choisis des bouquets ; quemon heureuse main Les mêle à tes cheveux , les ...
... sentiment , Et qui fixe à jamais l'époux toujours amant . Ah ! quand le mois de mai se couronne de roses , Viens admirer les fleurs nouvellement écloses , Viens , choisis des bouquets ; quemon heureuse main Les mêle à tes cheveux , les ...
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amant Amid amour arms attraits bear beauté BÉLINDE beneath breast breath brillant but the brave call CARDELIA chants charms Chloe ciel cieux cœur CUDDY dear death desire Dieu douce doux e'er earth envy Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes fate fear femme find first friend gave give glow goddess good grace great half hand happy head hear heart heav'n hélas high hope kind know l'amour LADY last life light look lost love lovely madame made make mind Mondor music Musidore my breast my fancy nature's never night nymph o'er once plaisirs pleasure pleurs pow'r pride reason right round Roxane ruby lips scorn shade sigh SMILINDA soft soon soul sound strange Sullen swain sweet take tears tendre their think thou thought thrice thro tremble vanity virtue wish world wretch youth
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Стр. 188 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way.
Стр. 78 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Стр. 332 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Стр. 80 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Стр. 354 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm ! a god ! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Стр. 374 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 333 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Стр. 34 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Стр. 208 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show...
Стр. 368 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...