History of English Literature: By H.A. Taine, Translated by H. Van Laun... With a Preface Prepared Expressly for this Translation by the Author, Volume 1Holt, 1885 - English literature |
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... truth , and beauty to all that have ever been known . If , once more , man , reduced to narrow conceptions , and deprived of all speculative refine- ment , is at the same time altogether absorbed and straitened by practical occupations ...
... truth , and beauty to all that have ever been known . If , once more , man , reduced to narrow conceptions , and deprived of all speculative refine- ment , is at the same time altogether absorbed and straitened by practical occupations ...
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... truth , but entertainment , and that vehement and hollow , full of glare and startling events . They asked for impossible voyages , extravagant challenges , a racket of contests , confusion of magnificence and entanglement of chances ...
... truth , but entertainment , and that vehement and hollow , full of glare and startling events . They asked for impossible voyages , extravagant challenges , a racket of contests , confusion of magnificence and entanglement of chances ...
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... truth and life . He is on the brink of independent thought and fertile discovery . This was Chaucer's position . At the distance of a century and a half , he has affinity with the poets of Elizabeth ' by his gallery of pictures , and ...
... truth and life . He is on the brink of independent thought and fertile discovery . This was Chaucer's position . At the distance of a century and a half , he has affinity with the poets of Elizabeth ' by his gallery of pictures , and ...
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... truth were gone , In her it might be found alone . For in her mind no thought there is , But how she may be true , I wis ; And tenders thee and all thy heal , And wishes both thy health and weal ; And loves thee even as far forth than ...
... truth were gone , In her it might be found alone . For in her mind no thought there is , But how she may be true , I wis ; And tenders thee and all thy heal , And wishes both thy health and weal ; And loves thee even as far forth than ...
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... Truth , behind the other , Falsehood . We perceive that his characters are not flesh and blood , and that all these brilliant phan- toms are phantoms , and nothing more . We take pleasure in their brilliancy , without believing in their ...
... Truth , behind the other , Falsehood . We perceive that his characters are not flesh and blood , and that all these brilliant phan- toms are phantoms , and nothing more . We take pleasure in their brilliancy , without believing in their ...
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Page 305 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 302 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Page 43 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods. The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.
Page 43 - Now strike the golden lyre again, A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 268 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 282 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 298 - For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 419 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 451 - Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Page 298 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...