The Living Age, 194. kötetE. Littell & Company, 1892 |
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51. oldal
... Voltaire , she was little more than a child in her father's house , nor did she again set eyes upon the author's face until the year 1733 , when he was thirty - nine years of age and she twenty - seven , after she midia , near the Aures ...
... Voltaire , she was little more than a child in her father's house , nor did she again set eyes upon the author's face until the year 1733 , when he was thirty - nine years of age and she twenty - seven , after she midia , near the Aures ...
52. oldal
... Voltaire had the The connection which Voltaire formed with the marquise , one of the most curious episodes in the history of philosophy - honor of lending the complaisant marquis for during sixteen years of mingled tri- umph and exile ...
... Voltaire had the The connection which Voltaire formed with the marquise , one of the most curious episodes in the history of philosophy - honor of lending the complaisant marquis for during sixteen years of mingled tri- umph and exile ...
53. oldal
... Voltaire's apartment . No servants appeared in the salle à manger , the dishes being passed into the room by means of turntables , and at the sound of a bell Voltaire commenced readings in philosophy . Exercises in poetry and literature ...
... Voltaire's apartment . No servants appeared in the salle à manger , the dishes being passed into the room by means of turntables , and at the sound of a bell Voltaire commenced readings in philosophy . Exercises in poetry and literature ...
54. oldal
... ( Voltaire ) holding fellow of the marquise and near neighbor , a taper in his hand like a monk , he kissed my and her son , who was Voltaire's amanu . hands ten times over , inquiring after me with tenderest interest . Her clack is ...
... ( Voltaire ) holding fellow of the marquise and near neighbor , a taper in his hand like a monk , he kissed my and her son , who was Voltaire's amanu . hands ten times over , inquiring after me with tenderest interest . Her clack is ...
55. oldal
... Voltaire in his retreat permitted him not to leave it . " The prince royal is not yet king , " urged the marquise ; " when he is , we will go and see him together . " The reply to the royal request , however , was satisfactory enough in ...
... Voltaire in his retreat permitted him not to leave it . " The prince royal is not yet king , " urged the marquise ; " when he is , we will go and see him together . " The reply to the royal request , however , was satisfactory enough in ...
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157. oldal - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
161. oldal - ... the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone.
231. oldal - If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches ? And if ye have not been faithful in that which is another man's, who shall give you that which is your own...
157. oldal - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
325. oldal - Euphrates, and the Arabian fleet might have sailed without a naval combat into the mouth of the Thames. Perhaps the interpretation of the Koran would now be taught in the schools of Oxford, and her pulpits might demonstrate to a circumcised people the sanctity and truth of the revelation of Mahomet.
158. oldal - And if, as Yarrow, through the woods And down the meadow ranging, Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Our inward prospect over, The soul's deep valley was not slow Its brightness to recover.
159. oldal - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
186. oldal - Choose well ; your choice is Brief, and yet endless. Here eyes do regard you, In Eternity's stillness; Here is all fulness, Ye brave, to reward you; Work, and despair not.
159. oldal - WHEN first, descending from the Moorlands, I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley, The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. When last along its banks I wandered, Through groves that had begun to shed Their golden leaves upon the pathways, My steps the Border-minstrel led. The Mighty Minstrel breathes no longer, Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes...
159. oldal - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...