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Page 53
... pure . Je vois , dans ma raison un ami qui me plait , La vôtre est un pédant qui vous trompe et vous hait , La mienne , quand j'ai faim , trouve bon que je mange ; Mais la vôtre , avant tout , par un caprice étrange , Vous dit : Quelle ...
... pure . Je vois , dans ma raison un ami qui me plait , La vôtre est un pédant qui vous trompe et vous hait , La mienne , quand j'ai faim , trouve bon que je mange ; Mais la vôtre , avant tout , par un caprice étrange , Vous dit : Quelle ...
Page 65
... pure Que trace , au tendre amour , l'indulgente nature ! Quand la jeunesse ardente et qu'un vin généreux Font bouillonner les flots d'un sang impétueux , Je suis loin de vouloir que , toujours solitaire , Un beau galant combatte un ...
... pure Que trace , au tendre amour , l'indulgente nature ! Quand la jeunesse ardente et qu'un vin généreux Font bouillonner les flots d'un sang impétueux , Je suis loin de vouloir que , toujours solitaire , Un beau galant combatte un ...
Page 107
... son Dieu rapproché , Habitant sous le roc , sur la mousse couché , Et , mangeant des fruits secs , ou buvant une eau pure , Il priait , bénissait l'auteur de la nature . A life so sacred , such serene repose , Seem'd POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... son Dieu rapproché , Habitant sous le roc , sur la mousse couché , Et , mangeant des fruits secs , ou buvant une eau pure , Il priait , bénissait l'auteur de la nature . A life so sacred , such serene repose , Seem'd POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
Page 109
... pure Réfléchit des objets l'immobile peinture ; Les arbres répétés paraissent suspendus , Et par de nouveaux cieux les cieux sont répondus . Mais , s'il tombe une pierre , à l'instant tout s'efface , Mille cercles des eaux agitent la ...
... pure Réfléchit des objets l'immobile peinture ; Les arbres répétés paraissent suspendus , Et par de nouveaux cieux les cieux sont répondus . Mais , s'il tombe une pierre , à l'instant tout s'efface , Mille cercles des eaux agitent la ...
Page 122
... , learn to trust ! The great vain man , who far'd on costly food , Whose life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his iv'ry stands with goblets shine , Et son souffle répand la plus pure ambroisie . « 122 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
... , learn to trust ! The great vain man , who far'd on costly food , Whose life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his iv'ry stands with goblets shine , Et son souffle répand la plus pure ambroisie . « 122 POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE .
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 188 - 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.
Page 78 - 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!
Page 332 - 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.
Page 80 - 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.
Page 354 - 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!
Page 374 - 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.
Page 333 - 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.
Page 34 - 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.
Page 208 - 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...
Page 368 - 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...