The North British Review, Том 47W. P. Kennedy, 1867 |
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... French equivalents ? In what qualities does it fall short of the standard we have accepted ? What helps and what hin- drances does , it receive from the character of our language ? Who writes it , and who reads it ? These are points ...
... French equivalents ? In what qualities does it fall short of the standard we have accepted ? What helps and what hin- drances does , it receive from the character of our language ? Who writes it , and who reads it ? These are points ...
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... French lips seems never to grow old . So far we have tried to define what genuine vers de société ought to be , and in looking at what they have been we are tempted to say that , in matters of taste , What they ought to be . 51.
... French lips seems never to grow old . So far we have tried to define what genuine vers de société ought to be , and in looking at what they have been we are tempted to say that , in matters of taste , What they ought to be . 51.
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... French influence ; and we cannot wonder at it , for it was not so very long since English kings were really French counts of Anjou , and since the poetry and cultivation of England reflected but the culture of Languedoc and Provence ...
... French influence ; and we cannot wonder at it , for it was not so very long since English kings were really French counts of Anjou , and since the poetry and cultivation of England reflected but the culture of Languedoc and Provence ...
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... French taste . For in those days we gave nothing to France , and an Anglomania was a thing unknown under the Grand Monarque ; even Louis xv . disliked any adoption of English manners , and asked angrily of a courtier just returned from ...
... French taste . For in those days we gave nothing to France , and an Anglomania was a thing unknown under the Grand Monarque ; even Louis xv . disliked any adoption of English manners , and asked angrily of a courtier just returned from ...
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... French verse , a curious peculiarity proper to this period . The French people make no more songs ; the ballad - book of old France is closed , and no more additions are made to it now that the wars are over , that the old captains of ...
... French verse , a curious peculiarity proper to this period . The French people make no more songs ; the ballad - book of old France is closed , and no more additions are made to it now that the wars are over , that the old captains of ...
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