Poétique anglaise, Band 1de l'Imprimerie de Valade; et se trouve chez T. Barrois fils, 1806 |
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... writing well ; No writing lifts exalted man so high , As sacred and soul - moving poesy ; No kind of work requires so nice a touch . And , if well finish'd , no thing shines so much . * BUCKINGHAM , essay on poetry . LORSQUE je ...
... writing well ; No writing lifts exalted man so high , As sacred and soul - moving poesy ; No kind of work requires so nice a touch . And , if well finish'd , no thing shines so much . * BUCKINGHAM , essay on poetry . LORSQUE je ...
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... write not , think not once of me , Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee . * POPE , Eloisa to Abelard , Colardeau traduit ou plutôt imite ainsi ce passage : Mais non , fuis , cède au ciel Héloïse mourante ...... Fuis , et mets entre ...
... write not , think not once of me , Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee . * POPE , Eloisa to Abelard , Colardeau traduit ou plutôt imite ainsi ce passage : Mais non , fuis , cède au ciel Héloïse mourante ...... Fuis , et mets entre ...
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... write ; de front , front , de face , face , to front , to face , faire face ; de eye , œil , view , vue , look , regard , to eye , to view , to look , voir , regarder , qu'il dit aussi to see , to behold . Emprunte - t - il notre ...
... write ; de front , front , de face , face , to front , to face , faire face ; de eye , œil , view , vue , look , regard , to eye , to view , to look , voir , regarder , qu'il dit aussi to see , to behold . Emprunte - t - il notre ...
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... write any more , it will make my poor muse sick . This night I came home with a very cold dew sick ; And I wish I may not be of an ague sick ; * * Si j'écrivais plus long - tems , ma pauvre muse serait malade . Cette nuit , je revins au ...
... write any more , it will make my poor muse sick . This night I came home with a very cold dew sick ; And I wish I may not be of an ague sick ; * * Si j'écrivais plus long - tems , ma pauvre muse serait malade . Cette nuit , je revins au ...
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... writing fast . A rapid poem with such fury writ Shews want of judgment , not abounding wit . More pleas'd we are to see a river lead His gentle streams along a flowery mead , Than from high banks to hear loud torrents roar , ' * Prenez ...
... writing fast . A rapid poem with such fury writ Shews want of judgment , not abounding wit . More pleas'd we are to see a river lead His gentle streams along a flowery mead , Than from high banks to hear loud torrents roar , ' * Prenez ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aimable Almanach des Muses Ambrose Philips amour art poétique Atrides auteur ballades beauté beaux behold belle blushes Boileau breast brille Butler canto chante charmes citer cœur composé COWLEY dame delight Delille desirs douce doux Dryden églogues élégie épître essay ev'ry eyes fable fears fire first genre great hand hardie hear heart heaven Hoole Iliad imitative Imogine j'ai Johnson Kelh kind l'amour l'anglais l'art lady langue lays light little look lord love Lyttleton maid make melting Milton mind muse never night nymphe o'er odes once ouvrage paradise lost PARNELL passage pastorales pensées Philips plaisir poëme poëme épique poésie poëte lauréat poëtes anglais poétique poetry Pope pow'r prologue prose prosodie rime Roscommon sage satire seul Shadwell Shenstone sigh smiles soft soul spring style sweet SWIFT syllabes sylphes tears tems tender hearts tendre Thomson thou thought traduction Virgile voice of love Voltaire Whig write yeux
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 100 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Seite 283 - Go, lovely Rose — Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 134 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Seite 142 - Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm ? When from the pallid sky the sun descends, With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb Uncertain wanders, stain'd ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around.
Seite 285 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Seite 194 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name : Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame...
Seite 200 - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day...
Seite 284 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 14 - The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys ; And Boileau still in right of Horace sways.
Seite 286 - 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.