History of English Literature, 3. kötetH. Altemus, 1908 |
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13. oldal
... never move a vulgar roisterer or a lover of money . The character who weeps on the stage only rehearses our own tears ; our interest is but sympathy ; and the drama is like an external conscience , which shows us what we are , what we ...
... never move a vulgar roisterer or a lover of money . The character who weeps on the stage only rehearses our own tears ; our interest is but sympathy ; and the drama is like an external conscience , which shows us what we are , what we ...
31. oldal
... Poorly and basely I could never beg , Nor could my brother grant . My hard fortune Subjects me still to your unkind mistakes . All for Love , v . 8. 1 . But the conditions I have brought are such , You CHAP . II . 31 DRYDEN .
... Poorly and basely I could never beg , Nor could my brother grant . My hard fortune Subjects me still to your unkind mistakes . All for Love , v . 8. 1 . But the conditions I have brought are such , You CHAP . II . 31 DRYDEN .
32. oldal
... never shall be said Octavia's husband was her brother's slave . Sir , you are free ; free , even from her you loath ; For , though my brother bargains for your love , Makes me the price and cement of your peace , I have a soul like ...
... never shall be said Octavia's husband was her brother's slave . Sir , you are free ; free , even from her you loath ; For , though my brother bargains for your love , Makes me the price and cement of your peace , I have a soul like ...
36. oldal
... never more Shall that sound reach my ears . Ventidius . I warrant you . Antony . Actium , Actium ! Oh- Ventidius . It sits too near you . Antony . Here , here it lies ; a lump of lead by day ; And in my short , distracted , nightly ...
... never more Shall that sound reach my ears . Ventidius . I warrant you . Antony . Actium , Actium ! Oh- Ventidius . It sits too near you . Antony . Here , here it lies ; a lump of lead by day ; And in my short , distracted , nightly ...
40. oldal
... Never the worse sena- let's have a game at Then look you now ; I Aquilina . You are a fool I am sure . Antonio . May be so too , sweet - heart . tor for all that . Come , Nacky , Nacky ; romp , Nacky !. . . You won't sit down ? suppose ...
... Never the worse sena- let's have a game at Then look you now ; I Aquilina . You are a fool I am sure . Antonio . May be so too , sweet - heart . tor for all that . Come , Nacky , Nacky ; romp , Nacky !. . . You won't sit down ? suppose ...
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311. oldal - 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.
407. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
114. oldal - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
162. oldal - It was said of Socrates, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven, to inhabit among Men; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-Tables and in CoffeeHouses.
60. oldal - 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...
345. oldal - Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err; Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little or too much...
60. oldal - 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...
47. oldal - Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
59. oldal - Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
181. oldal - On the fifth day of the moon, which according to the custom of my forefathers I always keep holy, after having washed myself and offered up my morning devotions, I ascended the high hills of Bagdad, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer.