 | Forest Pyle - 1995 - Страниц: 240
...distorting glass, he is instructed by Rousseau: Figures ever new Rase on the bubble, paint them how you may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw, Our shadows on it as it past away. (11. 248-51) In his account of the figural writing on the glass, Rousseau asserts the inevitable intertwining... | |
 | Laura Quinney - 1999 - Страниц: 232
...to strike a disdainful pose, the Rousseau figure rebukes him: "Let them pass" — I cried — "the world and its mysterious doom Is not so much more...— "Figures ever new Rise on the bubble, paint them how you may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw, Our shadows on it as it past away." (243—5i)... | |
 | Monika Lee - 1999 - Страниц: 224
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 | Frederick Burwick - 2010 - Страниц: 218
...the poet history's glorious conquerors now "chained to the cat." "Let them pass," the poet cries out, That I desire to worship those who drew New figures on its false and fragile glass As the old faded. (Triumph of Life, 244-48) To this skepticism, the wizened Rousseau adds the grim moral that not only... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 2003 - Страниц: 845
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 | Jonathan D. Culler - 2003 - Страниц: 424
...Life: Figures ever new Rise on the bubble [of the phenomenal and historical world], paint them how you may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw. Our shadows on it as it past away. (11.248-51) The "deconstruction" of metaphysics by an appeal to the figurative nature of language always,... | |
 | 2003 - Страниц: 249
...of Life: Figures evernew Riseon thebubble [ofthe phenomenal and historical woñd],paint them howyou may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw, Our shadows on it as itpast away. [líneas 248-251] [Figuras siempre nuevas Se levantan en la burbuja [del mundo fenomenal... | |
 | Mark Sandy - 2005 - Страниц: 172
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 2006 - Страниц: 512
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the world and its mysterious doom "Is not so much more glorious than it was, That I desire to worship those who drew New figures on its false and fragile glass "As the old faded. 
