Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Том 3L. Hachette, 1866 |
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... vrai ; on ne peut l'avoir autrement , mais nous l'avons . Qu'il est doux d'oublier la vérité ! quel art que celui qui nous dérobe à nous - mêmes ! quelle perspective que celle qui transforme en grimaces comiques les contorsions de la ...
... vrai ; on ne peut l'avoir autrement , mais nous l'avons . Qu'il est doux d'oublier la vérité ! quel art que celui qui nous dérobe à nous - mêmes ! quelle perspective que celle qui transforme en grimaces comiques les contorsions de la ...
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... vrai gendre . Sir Tunbelly , le prenant pour un imposteur , l'appelle chien ; Hoyden propose qu'on le traîne dans l'abreuvoir ; on lui lie les pieds et les mains , et on le fourre dans le chenil ; sir Tunbelly lui met le poing sous le ...
... vrai gendre . Sir Tunbelly , le prenant pour un imposteur , l'appelle chien ; Hoyden propose qu'on le traîne dans l'abreuvoir ; on lui lie les pieds et les mains , et on le fourre dans le chenil ; sir Tunbelly lui met le poing sous le ...
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... vrai futur se présente , et Tom se sauve . A l'instant son parti est pris , elle dit à la nour- rice et au chapelain de tenir leurs langues : « J'épou- << serai celui - là aussi , voilà la fin de l'histoire . » Elle s'en dégoûte ...
... vrai futur se présente , et Tom se sauve . A l'instant son parti est pris , elle dit à la nour- rice et au chapelain de tenir leurs langues : « J'épou- << serai celui - là aussi , voilà la fin de l'histoire . » Elle s'en dégoûte ...
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... vrai , j'ai toujours eu grande envie de dire des mensonges , << mais on me faisait peur et on me disait « " que c'est un péché . Eh bien ! ma jolie créature , voulez - vous - smocks smell this way . Is not it pure ? " Tis better than ...
... vrai , j'ai toujours eu grande envie de dire des mensonges , << mais on me faisait peur et on me disait « " que c'est un péché . Eh bien ! ma jolie créature , voulez - vous - smocks smell this way . Is not it pure ? " Tis better than ...
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... vrai carnaval , et les 1 . MISS PRUE . Well , and there's a handsome gentleman , and a fine gentleman , and a sweet gentleman , that was here , that loves me , and I love him ; and if he sees you speak to me any more , he'll thrash your ...
... vrai carnaval , et les 1 . MISS PRUE . Well , and there's a handsome gentleman , and a fine gentleman , and a sweet gentleman , that was here , that loves me , and I love him ; and if he sees you speak to me any more , he'll thrash your ...
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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...