Poétique anglaise, 1. köidede l'Imprimerie de Valade; et se trouve chez T. Barrois fils, 1806 |
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... tears . Anonymous . Glance , coup d'œil furtif , æillade . Whisper , parler bas et furtif , chuchote- ment . Deillade et chuchotement sont chez nous des expressions triviales ; glance et * Par la main prompte et travaillant en secret de ...
... tears . Anonymous . Glance , coup d'œil furtif , æillade . Whisper , parler bas et furtif , chuchote- ment . Deillade et chuchotement sont chez nous des expressions triviales ; glance et * Par la main prompte et travaillant en secret de ...
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... tears taught in notes sadder to flow . tandis qu'il est bon de cette manière : ( Love taught my tears in sad | der notes to flow . | * POPE , Sapho to Phaon . Mais une règle sans exceptions , c'est que le dernier pied soit toujours un ...
... tears taught in notes sadder to flow . tandis qu'il est bon de cette manière : ( Love taught my tears in sad | der notes to flow . | * POPE , Sapho to Phaon . Mais une règle sans exceptions , c'est que le dernier pied soit toujours un ...
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... tears . And dire amaz'ment and despair are brought By words of horror thro ' the wilds of thought . * Là le vers pathétique charme doucement , là le vers plus hardi excite aux armes . Le tendre amour y trouve tous ses traits , et ses ...
... tears . And dire amaz'ment and despair are brought By words of horror thro ' the wilds of thought . * Là le vers pathétique charme doucement , là le vers plus hardi excite aux armes . Le tendre amour y trouve tous ses traits , et ses ...
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... tear bestow , Or pay one sigh in pity to my woe . * HOOLE , book 16 . flood ! J'ai choisi ce passage que le Tasse a lui - même imité de Virgile . Ne vante pas le sang de Bertholde et de Sophie ! tu naquis impitoyable des flots orageux ...
... tear bestow , Or pay one sigh in pity to my woe . * HOOLE , book 16 . flood ! J'ai choisi ce passage que le Tasse a lui - même imité de Virgile . Ne vante pas le sang de Bertholde et de Sophie ! tu naquis impitoyable des flots orageux ...
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... tears ; Then presses hard her brow , with mischief fraught , * * Cette éternelle ennemie du malheur courageux , s'étend sur une couche pour reposer , mais s'étend en vain ; elle médite sur son habit brodé de malheurs , et augmente dans ...
... tears ; Then presses hard her brow , with mischief fraught , * * Cette éternelle ennemie du malheur courageux , s'étend sur une couche pour reposer , mais s'étend en vain ; elle médite sur son habit brodé de malheurs , et augmente dans ...
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Page 100 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 283 - Go, lovely Rose — Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 134 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 142 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
Page 285 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 194 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name : Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame...
Page 200 - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day...
Page 284 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 14 - The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys ; And Boileau still in right of Horace sways.
Page 286 - To pass our tedious hours away We throw a merry main, Or else at serious ombre play: But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue? We were undone when we left you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.