History of English Literature, 1. kötetChatto & Windus, 1871 |
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57. oldal
... sense as its continental cognates . At the end of three hundred years the con- querors themselves were conquered ; their speech became English ; and owing to frequent intermarriage , the English blood ended by gaining the predominance ...
... sense as its continental cognates . At the end of three hundred years the con- querors themselves were conquered ; their speech became English ; and owing to frequent intermarriage , the English blood ended by gaining the predominance ...
70. oldal
... sense of comicality has touched you , though you cannot say how . They do not call things by their name , especially in love matters ; they let you guess it ; they suppose you to be as sharp of intellect and as wary as them- selves . Be ...
... sense of comicality has touched you , though you cannot say how . They do not call things by their name , especially in love matters ; they let you guess it ; they suppose you to be as sharp of intellect and as wary as them- selves . Be ...
80. oldal
... sense of love was no more idle than the others . Mark also that tourneys were plentiful ; a sort of opera prepared for their own entertainment . So ran their life , full of adventure and adornment , in the open air and in the sunlight ...
... sense of love was no more idle than the others . Mark also that tourneys were plentiful ; a sort of opera prepared for their own entertainment . So ran their life , full of adventure and adornment , in the open air and in the sunlight ...
81. oldal
... sense , given up to passion , bent on pleasure , immoral and brilliant , but , like its neighbours of Italy and Provence , for lack of serious intention , it could not last . ; Of all these marvels the narrators make display in their ...
... sense , given up to passion , bent on pleasure , immoral and brilliant , but , like its neighbours of Italy and Provence , for lack of serious intention , it could not last . ; Of all these marvels the narrators make display in their ...
85. oldal
... sense scarcely exist in the world he lives in . He has neither judgment nor personal reflection ; he piles facts one on top of another , with no further connection ; his book is simply a mirror which reproduces recollections of his eyes ...
... sense scarcely exist in the world he lives in . He has neither judgment nor personal reflection ; he piles facts one on top of another , with no further connection ; his book is simply a mirror which reproduces recollections of his eyes ...
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339. oldal - What a piece of work is a man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the paragon of animals ! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
451. oldal - Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor - one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
321. oldal - She is the fairies' midwife ;" and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies" Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
335. oldal - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly.
436. oldal - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions, hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
218. oldal - The end of our foundation is the knowledge of causes, and secret motions of things; and the enlarging of the bounds of human empire, to the effecting of all things possible.
438. oldal - Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal : but when lust By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk ; But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
450. oldal - And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; and in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.
302. oldal - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
451. oldal - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...