Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Volume 3

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L. Hachette, 1873
 

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Page 413 - Look no more, said he, on man in the first stage of his existence, in his setting out for eternity ; but cast thine eye on that thick mist into which the tide bears the several generations of mortals that fall into it.
Page 411 - 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. 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...
Page 318 - Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state. With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by; Intent on high designs a thoughtful band, By forms...
Page 83 - To pass our tedious hours away We throw a merry main, Or else at serious ombre play; But why should we in vain Each other's ruin thus pursue ? We were undone when we left you With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Page 324 - 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!
Page 226 - Un homme né chrétien et Français se trouve contraint dans la satire : les grands sujets lui sont défendus ; il les entame quelquefois , et se détourne ensuite sur de petites choses, qu'il relève par la beauté de son génie et de son style.
Page 406 - I saw upon her forehead an old-fashioned tower of grey hairs. Her head-dress rose very high by three several stories or degrees ; her garments had a thousand colours in them, and were embroidered with crosses in gold, silver, and silk : she had nothing on, so much as a glove or a slipper, which was not marked with this figure; nay, so superstitiously fond did she appear of it, that she sat cross-legged.
Page 227 - Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide ; Else, why should he, with wealth and honour blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest?
Page 229 - Beggar'd by fools, whom still he found too late; He had his jest, and they had his estate.
Page 411 - Examine now said he, this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it. I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life: consider it attentively.

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