Poétique anglaise, Volumen3 |
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... call'd you children , ' You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man- But yet yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two ...
... call'd you children , ' You owe me no subscription ; why then let fall Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand , your slave A poor , infirm , weak , and despis'd old man- But yet yet I call you servile ministers , That have with two ...
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... call'd you forth , Your flaming courage , and your matchless worth , Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend . To fierce contention gave a prosp'rous end . Still as you rise , the state , exalted too , Finds no distemper while ' tis ...
... call'd you forth , Your flaming courage , and your matchless worth , Dazling the eyes of all that did pretend . To fierce contention gave a prosp'rous end . Still as you rise , the state , exalted too , Finds no distemper while ' tis ...
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... call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy mansion ; or once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heav'n , or what more lost in hell ? EVE TO ADAM . WITH thee conversing I forget all time ; All ...
... call them not to share with us their part In this unhappy mansion ; or once more With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regain'd in heav'n , or what more lost in hell ? EVE TO ADAM . WITH thee conversing I forget all time ; All ...
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... call'd wit , Likes me abundantly ; but you'll take care , Upon this point , not to be too severe . Perhaps my muse were fitter for this part ; For I profess I can be very smart On wit , which I abhor with all my heart . I long to lash ...
... call'd wit , Likes me abundantly ; but you'll take care , Upon this point , not to be too severe . Perhaps my muse were fitter for this part ; For I profess I can be very smart On wit , which I abhor with all my heart . I long to lash ...
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... calls out , my reason bids me eat , Perversely yours your appetite does mock ; This asks for food , that answers , what's o ' clock ? doubt secures ; This plain distinction , sir , your " Tis not true reason I despise , but yours . Thus ...
... calls out , my reason bids me eat , Perversely yours your appetite does mock ; This asks for food , that answers , what's o ' clock ? doubt secures ; This plain distinction , sir , your " Tis not true reason I despise , but yours . Thus ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...