Histoire de la littérature anglaise, 3. köideL. Hachette, 1866 |
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Hippolyte Taine. HISTOIRE DE LA LITTÉRATURE ANGLAISE . LIVRE III . CLASSIQUE . L ... L'Hudibras de Buttler . sa rancune . Platitude de son comique et âpreté de ... esprit et son style . Hobbes , Ses retranchements et ses découvertes . Sa ...
Hippolyte Taine. HISTOIRE DE LA LITTÉRATURE ANGLAISE . LIVRE III . CLASSIQUE . L ... L'Hudibras de Buttler . sa rancune . Platitude de son comique et âpreté de ... esprit et son style . Hobbes , Ses retranchements et ses découvertes . Sa ...
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... Esprit et objet de sa philosophie . VI . Le théâtre . Changement dans le goût et dans le public . L'auditoire avant la Restauration , et l'auditoire après la Restau- ration . VII . Dryden . Disparates de ses comédies . Maladresse de ses ...
... Esprit et objet de sa philosophie . VI . Le théâtre . Changement dans le goût et dans le public . L'auditoire avant la Restauration , et l'auditoire après la Restau- ration . VII . Dryden . Disparates de ses comédies . Maladresse de ses ...
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... L'odieux et l'ignoble disparaissent de la vie ainsi entendue . S'il fait sa cour aux princes , soyez sûr que ce n'est point à genoux une âme si vive ne s'affaisse point sous le respect ; l'esprit le met de niveau avec les plus grands ...
... L'odieux et l'ignoble disparaissent de la vie ainsi entendue . S'il fait sa cour aux princes , soyez sûr que ce n'est point à genoux une âme si vive ne s'affaisse point sous le respect ; l'esprit le met de niveau avec les plus grands ...
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... l'achève , et que l'esprit , le cœur , les sens ne trouvent leur perfection et leur joie que dans l'élé- gance et l'entrain d'un souper choisi . III Tout au rebours en Angleterre . Si on gratte la morale qui sert d'enveloppe , la brute ...
... l'achève , et que l'esprit , le cœur , les sens ne trouvent leur perfection et leur joie que dans l'élé- gance et l'entrain d'un souper choisi . III Tout au rebours en Angleterre . Si on gratte la morale qui sert d'enveloppe , la brute ...
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Hippolyte Taine. l'esprit en est bas , avec quelle maladresse et dans quelles balourdises il délaye sa farce vindicative ! Çà et là subsiste une image heureuse , débris de la poésie qui vient de périr ; mais tout le tissu de l'œuvre ...
Hippolyte Taine. l'esprit en est bas , avec quelle maladresse et dans quelles balourdises il délaye sa farce vindicative ! Çà et là subsiste une image heureuse , débris de la poésie qui vient de périr ; mais tout le tissu de l'œuvre ...
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Absalon et Achitophel Addison Almanzor ANGL anglais Angleterre ANTONY appear beau beauté belle better chose classique Cléopatre cœur comédie conversation country courtisans dames Dieu Dryden esprit eyes femme first gens gentleman give good goût great hand head heart homme honour husband idées kind kiss know l'amour l'art l'esprit l'homme lady life LITT little livres sterling look lord lord Chatam love made make man of quality ment MILLAMANT Mirabell MISS PRUE mistress mœurs Molière mondaine monde morale Nacki Nacky naturel never noble passions pensée people personnages philosophie phrases plaisir pleasure poëme poésie poëte poli public puritains qu'un raison religion restauration anglaise reste right Rochester salon satire scène seest sent Shakspeare sorte Spectator style sweet take talent TATTLE théâtre thing think thou thought time tion Vanbrugh VENTIDIUS vice voilà whigs whole wife woman words world Wycherley
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Page 413 - ... hundred. As I was counting the arches the genius told me that this bridge consisted at first of a thousand arches; but that a great flood swept away the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it. But tell me, further, said he, what thou discoverest on it. I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it.
Page 229 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst : For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit...
Page 326 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Page 231 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ, With something new to wish, or to enjoy! Railing and praising were his usual themes; And both, to show his judgment, in extremes : So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. In squandering wealth was his peculiar art ; Nothing went unrewarded but desert.
Page 415 - I saw the valley opening at the farther end, and spreading forth into an immense ocean, that had a huge rock of adamant running through the midst of it, and dividing it into two equal parts. The clouds still rested on one half of it, insomuch that I could discover nothing in it ; but the other appeared to me a vast ocean planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them.
Page 229 - He sought the storms; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied. And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else why should he, with wealth and honor blest.
Page 414 - I see multitudes of people passing over it," said I, "and a black cloud hanging on each end of it." As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and, upon further examination, perceived there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon but they fell through them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pitfalls were set very thick...
Page 415 - man was made in vain! how is he given away to misery and mortality ! tortured in life, and swallowed up in death !" The genius being moved with compassion towards me, bid me quit so uncomfortable a prospect.
Page 414 - There were, indeed, some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Page 416 - I gazed with inexpressible pleasure on these happy islands. At length said I, ' Show me now, I beseech thee, the secrets that lie hid under those dark clouds which cover the ocean on the other side of the rock of adamant.' The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing...