Annales de Bretagne, Band 15

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Facultés des Lettres et Sciences Humaines, Universities of Rennes et Nantes., 1900
Appended to each number: Chronique de la Faculté.

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Seite xxiii - To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time; And all the muses still were in their prime When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm. Nature herself was proud of his designs And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Seite xxiii - Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give. That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses, I mean with great, but...
Seite xxiii - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Seite lv - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite lv - How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe! And swear, not ADDISON himself was safe. Peace to all such!
Seite lv - He who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left; And he who now to sense, now nonsense, leaning...
Seite xlix - France n'eut pas ce bonheur; ses poètes nationaux étaient presque tous des poètes païens; et notre littérature était plutôt l'expression d'une société idolâtre et démocratique que d'une société monarchique et chrétienne.
Seite xxiii - Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun. And woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family, Yet must I not give Nature all thy Art, My gentle Shakespeare must enjoy a part.
Seite lv - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Seite 3 - Corps d'Observations de la Société d'agriculture, de commerce et des arts, établie par les états de Bretagne; Rennes, 1761 , in-8° ; — 2°...

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