History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun, Nide 2 |
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... fact , was the English court : it imitated that of Louis XIV . as a sign - painter imitates an artist . It had neither taste nor refinement , and wished to appear as if it possessed them . Panders and licentious women , bullying or ...
... fact , was the English court : it imitated that of Louis XIV . as a sign - painter imitates an artist . It had neither taste nor refinement , and wished to appear as if it possessed them . Panders and licentious women , bullying or ...
Sivu 49
... fact , vice was in fashion , not delicate vice as in France . ' Money , ' wrote Montesquieu , is here esteemed above everything , honour and virtue not much . An Englishman must have a good dinner , a woman , and money . As he does not ...
... fact , vice was in fashion , not delicate vice as in France . ' Money , ' wrote Montesquieu , is here esteemed above everything , honour and virtue not much . An Englishman must have a good dinner , a woman , and money . As he does not ...
Sivu 52
... fact , the French became civilised by conversation ; not so the English . As soon as the Frenchman quits mechanical labour and coarse material life , even before he quits it , he converses : this is his 1 In these Eclogues the ladies ...
... fact , the French became civilised by conversation ; not so the English . As soon as the Frenchman quits mechanical labour and coarse material life , even before he quits it , he converses : this is his 1 In these Eclogues the ladies ...
Sivu 54
... fact , this is how in France men have always conversed . They play with general truths ; they glean one nimbly from the heap of facts in which it lay concealed , and develop it ; they hover above observation in reason and rhetoric ...
... fact , this is how in France men have always conversed . They play with general truths ; they glean one nimbly from the heap of facts in which it lay concealed , and develop it ; they hover above observation in reason and rhetoric ...
Sivu 65
... facts , with their low and striking details . never shrinks , he never minces matters ; he speaks the language of the 3 He 1 Barrow's Theological Works , i . 184 ; Sermon viii . , " The Duty of Thanks- giving , ' Eph . v . 20 . 2 Ibid ...
... facts , with their low and striking details . never shrinks , he never minces matters ; he speaks the language of the 3 He 1 Barrow's Theological Works , i . 184 ; Sermon viii . , " The Duty of Thanks- giving , ' Eph . v . 20 . 2 Ibid ...
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Sivu 187 - WE were now treading that illustrious Island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible.
Sivu 280 - 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...
Sivu 359 - Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which 1 bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
Sivu 521 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Sivu 256 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Sivu 33 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed ; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Sivu 33 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Sivu 263 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
Sivu 526 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Sivu 526 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.