Cambridge Essays, Volumen 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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... hero , at the expiration of his studies , on a voyage to Narbonne , in his capacity as one of the royal house- hold of Louis XIII . Voltaire thought to christen this child of Grimarest's brain by giving it a date . He.
... hero , at the expiration of his studies , on a voyage to Narbonne , in his capacity as one of the royal house- hold of Louis XIII . Voltaire thought to christen this child of Grimarest's brain by giving it a date . He.
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... hero , type of licentious love - Don Juan de Tenorio . This individual has shared the fate of many semi - mythical per- sonages , by being split up into several . The chronicles of Seville , for example , speak of him as Don Juan de ...
... hero , type of licentious love - Don Juan de Tenorio . This individual has shared the fate of many semi - mythical per- sonages , by being split up into several . The chronicles of Seville , for example , speak of him as Don Juan de ...
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... hero and a theme . It is curious to observe , on the one hand , the pious caution with which the Spaniard shrank from unmasking the libertine , and showing the atheist in the broad face of heaven , and on the brink of hell ; on the ...
... hero and a theme . It is curious to observe , on the one hand , the pious caution with which the Spaniard shrank from unmasking the libertine , and showing the atheist in the broad face of heaven , and on the brink of hell ; on the ...
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... hero should be miraculously dragged to hell . Once , and once only , does Molière furnish a glimpse of that secret terror of an Unknown Hereafter , which makes cowards of us all . He and his valet , Sganarelle , come upon a monument ...
... hero should be miraculously dragged to hell . Once , and once only , does Molière furnish a glimpse of that secret terror of an Unknown Hereafter , which makes cowards of us all . He and his valet , Sganarelle , come upon a monument ...
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... heroes that we do for the heroes of ancient story . L'homme s'admirera , ' L'homme s'admirera , ' says Corneille , ' en me lisant , en m'écoutant . ' Not so with Racine ; apart from the rare beauties of his diction , the polish and ...
... heroes that we do for the heroes of ancient story . L'homme s'admirera , ' L'homme s'admirera , ' says Corneille , ' en me lisant , en m'écoutant . ' Not so with Racine ; apart from the rare beauties of his diction , the polish and ...
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Página 43 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 280 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries " a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Página 246 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Página 280 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Página 81 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Página 261 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Página 261 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Página 245 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Página 262 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Página 278 - Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er...