Poétique anglaise, 3. kötet |
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2. oldal
... makes calamity of so long a life ! For who would 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 ...
... makes calamity of so long a life ! For who would 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 ...
4. oldal
... make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels 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 ...
... make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels 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 ...
6. oldal
... make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly - full ! spit , fire ! spout , rain ! Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters ; I tax not you , you elements , with unkindness , I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children , ' You ...
... make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly - full ! spit , fire ! spout , rain ! Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters ; I tax not you , you elements , with unkindness , I never gave you kingdoms , call'd you children , ' You ...
12. oldal
... make them tremble so ; Touch'd by that hand , who would not tremble too ? Here love takes stand , and while she charms the ear , Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer . Music so softens and disarms the mind , That not an arrow does ...
... make them tremble so ; Touch'd by that hand , who would not tremble too ? Here love takes stand , and while she charms the ear , Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer . Music so softens and disarms the mind , That not an arrow does ...
14. oldal
... Make us unite , and make us conquer too : Let partial spirits still aloud complain : Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign : And own no liberty , but where they may , Without controul , upon their fellows prey . Above the ...
... Make us unite , and make us conquer too : Let partial spirits still aloud complain : Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign : And own no liberty , but where they may , Without controul , upon their fellows prey . Above the ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
188. oldal - 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.
78. 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!
332. oldal - 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.
80. oldal - 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.
354. oldal - 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!
374. oldal - 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.
333. oldal - 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.
34. oldal - 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.
208. oldal - 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...
368. oldal - 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...