Historical View of the Literature of the South of Europe, Volume 4H. Colburn and Company, 1823 |
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... . Conclusion of the Spanish Drama . - State of Letters during the reign of the house of Bourbon . - Conclusion of the History of Spanish Literature 195 CHAPTER XXXVI . State of Portuguese Literature until the middle PN 703.
... . Conclusion of the Spanish Drama . - State of Letters during the reign of the house of Bourbon . - Conclusion of the History of Spanish Literature 195 CHAPTER XXXVI . State of Portuguese Literature until the middle PN 703.
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... letters imprinted on my mind . " THE PORTER OF THE FRANCISCANS . well ; know then that these letters contain more science than is possessed by the greatest phi- losophers , who pretend to penetrate into the secrets of earth and heaven ...
... letters imprinted on my mind . " THE PORTER OF THE FRANCISCANS . well ; know then that these letters contain more science than is possessed by the greatest phi- losophers , who pretend to penetrate into the secrets of earth and heaven ...
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... letters . The human mind retains for a long period any im- pulse it may have received : it is long before it can be reduced to a state of stagnation in its im- prisoned mansion . It will accommodate itself rather than perish ; and it ...
... letters . The human mind retains for a long period any im- pulse it may have received : it is long before it can be reduced to a state of stagnation in its im- prisoned mansion . It will accommodate itself rather than perish ; and it ...
Pagina 51
... letters , to the seductive style of the East , and their own character seemed in this respect to be confounded with that of the Asiatics ; for before the conquests of the latter , all the Latin writers in Spain had exhibited , like ...
... letters , to the seductive style of the East , and their own character seemed in this respect to be confounded with that of the Asiatics ; for before the conquests of the latter , all the Latin writers in Spain had exhibited , like ...
Pagina 62
... letters - his very A. B. C. ? If I consider him as my servant who eats of my bread , Mary , O Saint ! was your servant ; God himself is your servant ; yet , since it was God who created the fruits of your labours , I scarcely know ...
... letters - his very A. B. C. ? If I consider him as my servant who eats of my bread , Mary , O Saint ! was your servant ; God himself is your servant ; yet , since it was God who created the fruits of your labours , I scarcely know ...
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Pagina 54 - Era del año la estación florida En que el mentido robador de Europa Media luna las armas de .su frente, Y el sol todos los rayos de su pelo, Luciente honor del cielo, En campos de zafiro pace estrellas...
Pagina 361 - Now shrunk and languished with her blood imbrued. As when a rose, erewhile of bloom so gay, Thrown from the careless virgin's breast away, Lies faded on the plain, the living red, The snowy white, and all its fragrance fled; So from her cheeks the roses died away, And pale in death the beauteous Inez lay. With dreadful smiles, and crimsoned with her blood, Round the wan victim the stern murderers stood, Unmindful of the sure, though future hour, Sacred to vengeance and her lover's power.
Pagina 358 - If prowling tygers, or the wolf's wild brood, Inspired by nature with the lust of blood, Have yet been moved the weeping babe to spare, Nor left, but tended with a nurse's care, As Rome's great founders to the world were given ; Shalt thou, who wear'st the sacred stamp of heaven, The human form divine, shalt thou deny That aid, that pity, which e'en beasts supply!
Pagina 240 - Y al ella coronarme Quedábase embebida. Una tarde tras esto Vimos dos tortolitas, Que con trémulos picos Se halagaban amigas.
Pagina 379 - And raging seas, shall perish on my coast ; Then he who first my secret reign descried A naked corse wide floating o'er the tide Shall drive. Unless my heart's full raptures fail, O, Lusus, oft shalt thou thy children wail ; Each year thy shipwrecked sons shalt thou deplore, Each year thy sheeted masts shall strew my shore.
Pagina 370 - Where foaming on the shore the tide appears, A sacred fane its hoary arches rears : Dim o'er the sea the evening shades descend, And at the holy shrine devout we bend : There, while the tapers o'er the altar blaze, Our prayers and earnest vows to heaven we raise. " Safe through the deep, where every yawning wave Still to the sailor's eye displays his grave ; Through howling tempests, and through gulfs untried, O mighty God, be thou our watchful guide.
Pagina 418 - Quais rompentes leões e bravos touros, Dando os corpos a fomes e vigias, A ferro, a fogo, a setas e pelouros, A quentes regiões, a plagas frias, A golpes de idolatras e de mouros, * A perigos incógnitos do mundo, A naufrágios, a peixes, ao profundo.
Pagina 396 - Olhai que ha tanto tempo, que cantando O vosso Tejo e os vossos Lusitanos, A fortuna me traz peregrinando, Novos trabalhos vendo e novos danos...
Pagina 381 - By cruel want, beneath the parents' eye, In these wide wastes their infant race shall die ; Through dreary wilds, where never pilgrim trod Where caverns yawn, and rocky fragments nod, The hapless lover and his bride shall stray, By night unshelter'd, and forlorn by day.
Pagina 360 - There, in some dreary cavern's rocky womb, Amid the horrors of sepulchral gloom, For him whose love I mourn my love shall glow, The sigh shall murmur and the tear shall flow...