History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun, Nide 2 |
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Sivu 4
... manners show that literature had become a matter of study rather than of inspiration , an employment for the taste rather than for the enthusiasm , a source of distraction rather than of emotion . His audience , his friendships , his ...
... manners show that literature had become a matter of study rather than of inspiration , an employment for the taste rather than for the enthusiasm , a source of distraction rather than of emotion . His audience , his friendships , his ...
Sivu 5
... manners and tastes of the world of fashion , of the idle , the drawing - room frequenters , lovers of pleasure , conversation , wit , and breeding , occupied with the piece in vogue , less to amuse themselves than to criticise it . Thus ...
... manners and tastes of the world of fashion , of the idle , the drawing - room frequenters , lovers of pleasure , conversation , wit , and breeding , occupied with the piece in vogue , less to amuse themselves than to criticise it . Thus ...
Sivu 7
... manners does the excellency of French poetry consist . Their heroes are the most civil people breathing , but their good breeding seldom extends to a word of sense ; all their wit is in their ceremony ; they want the genius which ...
... manners does the excellency of French poetry consist . Their heroes are the most civil people breathing , but their good breeding seldom extends to a word of sense ; all their wit is in their ceremony ; they want the genius which ...
Sivu 10
... manners , he wishes to marry her lawfully , and to repudiate his wife . Still , to omit no expedient , he employs a magician , who utters invocations ( on the stage ) , summons the in- fernal spirits , and brings up a troop of Spirits ...
... manners , he wishes to marry her lawfully , and to repudiate his wife . Still , to omit no expedient , he employs a magician , who utters invocations ( on the stage ) , summons the in- fernal spirits , and brings up a troop of Spirits ...
Sivu 16
... manners of the guardroom and of the alehouse ; I could only believe in Jack Cade's sedition on hearing the dirty words of bestial lewdness and mobbish stupidity . You must let me have the jests , the coarse laughter , drunkenness , the ...
... manners of the guardroom and of the alehouse ; I could only believe in Jack Cade's sedition on hearing the dirty words of bestial lewdness and mobbish stupidity . You must let me have the jests , the coarse laughter , drunkenness , the ...
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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.