The Early French Poets: A Series of Notices and Translations

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H. G. Bohn, 1846 - 279 páginas

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Página lxiii - Enfin Malherbe vint, et, le premier en France, Fit sentir dans les vers une juste cadence. D'un mot mis en sa place enseigna le pouvoir. Et réduisit la muse aux règles du devoir.
Página 159 - She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Página 277 - A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels: To understand a proverb, and the interpretation: the words of the wise, and their dark sayings.
Página 198 - The masterpiece of Seneca I hold to be that scene in the Troades, where Ulysses is seeking for Astyanax to kill him: there you see the tenderness of a mother so represented in Andromache, that it raises compassion to a high degree in the reader, and bears the nearest resemblance of...
Página 157 - That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. Had Echo, with so sweet a grace, Narcissus' loud complaints return'd, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.
Página 68 - Forth from a rugged arch, in the dusk below, Came mother Cybele ! alone — alone — In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty, and front death-pale, With turrets crown'd. Four...
Página 261 - Aristeo e le grand' opre che in esilio feo il gran figliuol d'Anchise e della Diva, dal suo pastore in una quercia ombrosa sacrata pende; e, se la move il vento, par che dica superba e disdegnosa: — Non sia chi di toccarmi abbia ardimento ; che se non spero aver man sì famosa, del gran Titiro mio sol mi contento.
Página 113 - D'une lambrunche sauvage. Deux camps de rouges fourmis Se sont mis En garnison sous ta souche: Dans les pertuis de ton tronc Tout du long Les avettes ont leur couche.
Página 223 - Above her lieth spread a tomb Of gold and sapphires blue : The gold doth show her blessedness, The sapphires mark her true ! For blessedness and truth in her Were livelily portray'd, When gracious God with both His hands Her goodly substance made.
Página 138 - Fontaine fontaine est froide, et son eau doux-coulante, A la couleur d'argent, semble parler d'amour : Un herbage mollet reverdit tout autour, Et les aunes font ombre à la chaleur brûlante. Le...

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