Poétique anglaise, Том 3 |
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... tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud . Small force there needs to make them tremble so ; Touch'd by that hand , who would not tremble too ? Here love takes stand , and while she charms the ear , Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer ...
... tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud . Small force there needs to make them tremble so ; Touch'd by that hand , who would not tremble too ? Here love takes stand , and while she charms the ear , Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer ...
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... telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use . With such a chief the meanest nation blest , Might hope to lift her head above the rest : be thought impossible to do What may By us , embraced by the sea and you ? Lords of the ...
... telling dreadful news To all that piracy and rapine use . With such a chief the meanest nation blest , Might hope to lift her head above the rest : be thought impossible to do What may By us , embraced by the sea and you ? Lords of the ...
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... rings The lace , the paint , and warlike things That make up all their magazines : If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts , Fière de mille dons vainqueurs , Perçant des flots d'adorateurs 30 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... rings The lace , the paint , and warlike things That make up all their magazines : If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts , Fière de mille dons vainqueurs , Perçant des flots d'adorateurs 30 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
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... tell All changes of weathers that befell , Than Hollingshed or Stow . But I will briefer with them be , Since few of them were long with An higher and a nobler strain My present Emperess does claim , Heleonora ! first o ' the name Whom ...
... tell All changes of weathers that befell , Than Hollingshed or Stow . But I will briefer with them be , Since few of them were long with An higher and a nobler strain My present Emperess does claim , Heleonora ! first o ' the name Whom ...
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... tell ! My tongue forgets her faculty of speech . So horrible he seems ! his faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown , and conic beard , And spreading band , admir'd by modern saints , Disastrous acts forebode ; in his right hand Long ...
... tell ! My tongue forgets her faculty of speech . So horrible he seems ! his faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown , and conic beard , And spreading band , admir'd by modern saints , Disastrous acts forebode ; in his right hand Long ...
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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...