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... whole literature of his age was governed , or , on the other , the true and genuine manifestation of the man's own soul ? The vices and foibles he so greatly dares to ridicule , do they change their nature and their name , when stripped ...
... whole literature of his age was governed , or , on the other , the true and genuine manifestation of the man's own soul ? The vices and foibles he so greatly dares to ridicule , do they change their nature and their name , when stripped ...
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... whole literature of his age was governed , or , on the other , the true and genuine manifestation of the man's own soul ? The vices and foibles he so greatly dares to ridicule , do they change their nature and their name , when stripped ...
... whole literature of his age was governed , or , on the other , the true and genuine manifestation of the man's own soul ? The vices and foibles he so greatly dares to ridicule , do they change their nature and their name , when stripped ...
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... whole affair is a pure fabrication , especially as the reasons assigned for Molière's supplying his father's place ( even admitting that it happened to be his father's turn to wait on the King ) , namely , the age and infirmities of the ...
... whole affair is a pure fabrication , especially as the reasons assigned for Molière's supplying his father's place ( even admitting that it happened to be his father's turn to wait on the King ) , namely , the age and infirmities of the ...
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... whole cast of the man's countenance reminds you , in this respect , of the statues of Terence and Menander ( both of them genuine ) , casts of which , by the way , are to be seen at Sydenham . In all three , you would not hesitate to ...
... whole cast of the man's countenance reminds you , in this respect , of the statues of Terence and Menander ( both of them genuine ) , casts of which , by the way , are to be seen at Sydenham . In all three , you would not hesitate to ...
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... whole . We make this reserve , because one of the scenes ( the scene from which the play takes its name ) is perhaps the most charming in all Molière's works . * Notes Historiques sur la vie de Molière , p . 53 . The Précieuses ...
... whole . We make this reserve , because one of the scenes ( the scene from which the play takes its name ) is perhaps the most charming in all Molière's works . * Notes Historiques sur la vie de Molière , p . 53 . The Précieuses ...
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Page 33 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 236 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 270 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Page 270 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 251 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 251 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 252 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 71 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Page 171 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?
Page 244 - Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells ; And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass...