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... nature . Nul auteur n'a mieux que lui su profiter des avan- tages de la langue anglaise ; nul dès- lors n'était plus difficile à traduire , parce que les beautés du français ne peuvent faire ici compensation avec celles de l'anglais ...
... nature . Nul auteur n'a mieux que lui su profiter des avan- tages de la langue anglaise ; nul dès- lors n'était plus difficile à traduire , parce que les beautés du français ne peuvent faire ici compensation avec celles de l'anglais ...
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... nature humaine . Eh quoi ! l'esclave souffre et peut briser sa chaine ! Au port qui nous attend nous n'osons arriver ! Mourir .... dormir .... dormir ? Si c'était pour rêver ! Eh quels rêves encor , quels rêves vont me suivre Quand ...
... nature humaine . Eh quoi ! l'esclave souffre et peut briser sa chaine ! Au port qui nous attend nous n'osons arriver ! Mourir .... dormir .... dormir ? Si c'était pour rêver ! Eh quels rêves encor , quels rêves vont me suivre Quand ...
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... , étincelez ; et toi , tonnerre , gronde ; De tes globes de feu , frappe , écrase le monde ; Sous tes carreaux brûlans fais voler en éclats Crack nature's moulds ! all germens spill at once That . 3 . POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE . LO.
... , étincelez ; et toi , tonnerre , gronde ; De tes globes de feu , frappe , écrase le monde ; Sous tes carreaux brûlans fais voler en éclats Crack nature's moulds ! all germens spill at once That . 3 . POÉTIQUE ANGLAISE . LO.
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Albin Joseph U. Hennet. Crack nature's moulds ! all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly - full ! spit , fire ! spout , rain ! Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters ; I tax not you , you ...
Albin Joseph U. Hennet. Crack nature's moulds ! all germens spill at once That make ungrateful man ! Rumble thy belly - full ! spit , fire ! spout , rain ! Nor rain , wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters ; I tax not you , you ...
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... nature craves ; And all that's rare , as tribute from the waves . As Egypt does not on the clouds rely , But to the Nile owes more than to the sky ; So , what our earth , and what our heav'n , denies , Our ever constant friend , the sea ...
... nature craves ; And all that's rare , as tribute from the waves . As Egypt does not on the clouds rely , But to the Nile owes more than to the sky ; So , what our earth , and what our heav'n , denies , Our ever constant friend , the sea ...
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...