Cambridge Essays, Volume 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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... result we give in his own words : - Aucun manu- scrit , pas une seule ligne de la main de Molière n'existe dans les archives du Théâtre Français . Les manuscrits ont ils en effet été anéantis par l'incendie du Théâtre ? ( This took ...
... result we give in his own words : - Aucun manu- scrit , pas une seule ligne de la main de Molière n'existe dans les archives du Théâtre Français . Les manuscrits ont ils en effet été anéantis par l'incendie du Théâtre ? ( This took ...
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... Georges Dandin , as everyone is aware , is intended to expose the mischief which results from ill - assorted marriages . The union of needy nobility with moneyed parvenus was then , for the first time , coming into vogue in France ,
... Georges Dandin , as everyone is aware , is intended to expose the mischief which results from ill - assorted marriages . The union of needy nobility with moneyed parvenus was then , for the first time , coming into vogue in France ,
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... result . On the 5th of February , 1669 , the ' troupe du roi ' announced in the morning and in the evening performed Le Tartuffe ; ou , l'Imposteur . The essence of the hypocrite's character is described with great truthfulness ...
... result . On the 5th of February , 1669 , the ' troupe du roi ' announced in the morning and in the evening performed Le Tartuffe ; ou , l'Imposteur . The essence of the hypocrite's character is described with great truthfulness ...
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... result a kind of trinity in unity ( with all reverence be it said ) , which , like the trefoil , shall be an organic living whole . Herein are those great masters of Epic , Drama , and Comedy , -Homer , Shak- speare , Molière , —most ...
... result a kind of trinity in unity ( with all reverence be it said ) , which , like the trefoil , shall be an organic living whole . Herein are those great masters of Epic , Drama , and Comedy , -Homer , Shak- speare , Molière , —most ...
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... result . By endeavouring to unite both features -prudery and hypocrisy - in one character , Madame de Girardin committed the same mistake as a famous English philosopher , when he made two holes in his door , one for the cat the other ...
... result . By endeavouring to unite both features -prudery and hypocrisy - in one character , Madame de Girardin committed the same mistake as a famous English philosopher , when he made two holes in his door , one for the cat the other ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...