History of English Literature: By H.A. Taine, Translated by H. Van Laun... With a Preface Prepared Expressly for this Translation by the Author, Volume 1Holt, 1885 |
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Pagina 26
... sweet poetic dreams , art , refined and nimble thought , are for the happy shores of the Mediterranean . Here the barbarian , ill housed in his mud- hovel , who hears the rain rustling whole days in the oak leaves - what dreams can he ...
... sweet poetic dreams , art , refined and nimble thought , are for the happy shores of the Mediterranean . Here the barbarian , ill housed in his mud- hovel , who hears the rain rustling whole days in the oak leaves - what dreams can he ...
Pagina 45
... sweet verse . ' Thus is true poetry born . These men pray with all the emotion of a new soul ; they kneel ; they adore ; the less they know , the more they think . Some one has said that the first and most sincere hymn is this one word ...
... sweet verse . ' Thus is true poetry born . These men pray with all the emotion of a new soul ; they kneel ; they adore ; the less they know , the more they think . Some one has said that the first and most sincere hymn is this one word ...
Pagina 69
... sweets of delicate - hued ideas to the rose , of which the gentle odour embalms all the plain . ' This refine- ment goes so ... sweet and perfumed breath , ' and a body white as new - fallen snow on a branch . ' They do not aspire higher ...
... sweets of delicate - hued ideas to the rose , of which the gentle odour embalms all the plain . ' This refine- ment goes so ... sweet and perfumed breath , ' and a body white as new - fallen snow on a branch . ' They do not aspire higher ...
Pagina 70
... sweet and fine . ' ' You would be the best singer in the world if you beware of nuts . ' Renard is a Scapin , an artist in the way of invention , not a mere glutton ; he loves roguery for its own sake ; he rejoices in his superiority ...
... sweet and fine . ' ' You would be the best singer in the world if you beware of nuts . ' Renard is a Scapin , an artist in the way of invention , not a mere glutton ; he loves roguery for its own sake ; he rejoices in his superiority ...
Pagina 83
... sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake . ' 1 And such fancies and splendours the poets delight and lose them- selves ; and ...
... sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake . ' 1 And such fancies and splendours the poets delight and lose them- selves ; and ...
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History of English Literature: By H.A. Taine, Translated by H. Van Laun ... Hippolyte Taine Volledige weergave - 1879 |
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Pagina 305 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Pagina 302 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 43 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods. The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Pagina 43 - Now strike the golden lyre again, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Pagina 268 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Pagina 282 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Pagina 298 - For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pagina 419 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 451 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Pagina 298 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...