Poétique anglaise, Volym 3 |
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Sida 2
... bear the whips and scorns of time , Th ' oppressor's wrong , the proud man's contumely , The pangs of despis'd love , the law's delay , The insolence of office , and the spurns SHAKESPEARE . MONOLOGUE D'HAMLET . LOGU ÊTRE ou n'être pas ...
... bear the whips and scorns of time , Th ' oppressor's wrong , the proud man's contumely , The pangs of despis'd love , the law's delay , The insolence of office , and the spurns SHAKESPEARE . MONOLOGUE D'HAMLET . LOGU ÊTRE ou n'être pas ...
Sida 4
... bear , To groan and sweat under a weary life ? But that the dread of something after death , That undiscover'd country , from whose bourn No traveller returns , puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have , Than fly ...
... bear , To groan and sweat under a weary life ? But that the dread of something after death , That undiscover'd country , from whose bourn No traveller returns , puzzles the will , And makes us rather bear those ills we have , Than fly ...
Sida 20
... bear , But man alone can , whom he conquers , spare . To pardon , willing ; and to punish , loth ; You strike with one hand , but you heal with both . Lifting up all that prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the dead again to live ...
... bear , But man alone can , whom he conquers , spare . To pardon , willing ; and to punish , loth ; You strike with one hand , but you heal with both . Lifting up all that prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the dead again to live ...
Sida 44
... bear : Or any thing , but that vain animal , Who is so proud of being rational . His senses are too gross , and he'll contrive A sixth to contradict the other five . And , before certain instinct , will prefer Reason , which fifty times ...
... bear : Or any thing , but that vain animal , Who is so proud of being rational . His senses are too gross , and he'll contrive A sixth to contradict the other five . And , before certain instinct , will prefer Reason , which fifty times ...
Sida 46
... bear him up a while , and make him try To swim with bladders of philosophy ; In hopes still to o'ertake the skipping light , The vapour dances in his dazzling sight , " Till , spent , it leaves him to eternal night . Then old age and ...
... bear him up a while , and make him try To swim with bladders of philosophy ; In hopes still to o'ertake the skipping light , The vapour dances in his dazzling sight , " Till , spent , it leaves him to eternal night . Then old age and ...
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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
Populära avsnitt
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...