Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Том 3L. Hachette, 1866 |
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... un fade sourire erre sur les lèvres sensuelles . L'une relève un flot de cheveux dénoués qui coule sur les rondeurs de sa chair rose ; celle - ci , languissante , se laisse aller , ouvrant une manche dont la molle pro- fondeur découvre ...
... un fade sourire erre sur les lèvres sensuelles . L'une relève un flot de cheveux dénoués qui coule sur les rondeurs de sa chair rose ; celle - ci , languissante , se laisse aller , ouvrant une manche dont la molle pro- fondeur découvre ...
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... une image heureuse , débris de la poésie qui vient de périr ; mais tout le tissu de l'œuvre semble d'un Scarron , aussi ignoble que l'autre et plus méchant . Cela est imité , dit - on , de Don Quichotte ; Hudibras est un chevalier ...
... une image heureuse , débris de la poésie qui vient de périr ; mais tout le tissu de l'œuvre semble d'un Scarron , aussi ignoble que l'autre et plus méchant . Cela est imité , dit - on , de Don Quichotte ; Hudibras est un chevalier ...
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... un assassinat qu'il avait commis avec guet- apens . Je traduis un duel d'après Pepys , pour faire comprendre ces mœurs de soudards et de coupe - jar- rets . « Sir Henri Bellasses et Tom Porter , les deux plus grands amis du monde ...
... un assassinat qu'il avait commis avec guet- apens . Je traduis un duel d'après Pepys , pour faire comprendre ces mœurs de soudards et de coupe - jar- rets . « Sir Henri Bellasses et Tom Porter , les deux plus grands amis du monde ...
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... un instant notre misérable monde , cette illusion qui , rassemblant toutes les forces de notre être , nous montre la ... un appétit rassasié et des sens éteints ; le pis , c'est qu'il écrit sans verve et correctement ; l'ardeur animale ...
... un instant notre misérable monde , cette illusion qui , rassemblant toutes les forces de notre être , nous montre la ... un appétit rassasié et des sens éteints ; le pis , c'est qu'il écrit sans verve et correctement ; l'ardeur animale ...
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... un goujat qui s'occupe à tremper une parure dans un ruisseau . Après tout viennent le dégoût et la maladie . Tandis que la Fontaine reste jusqu'au dernier jour capable de tendresse et de bonheur , celui - ci à trente ans injurie la femme ...
... un goujat qui s'occupe à tremper une parure dans un ruisseau . Après tout viennent le dégoût et la maladie . Tandis que la Fontaine reste jusqu'au dernier jour capable de tendresse et de bonheur , celui - ci à trente ans injurie la femme ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...