The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 21–22 tomai |
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... able to re- concile myself to the disproportion between the per- formance and the occasion that produced it : that the golden age should return because Pollio had a son , appears so wild a fiction , that I am ready to suspect the poet ...
... able to re- concile myself to the disproportion between the per- formance and the occasion that produced it : that the golden age should return because Pollio had a son , appears so wild a fiction , that I am ready to suspect the poet ...
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... able to discover how it was deserved . " Of the eighth pastoral , so little is properly the work of Virgil , that he has no claim to other praise or blame than that of a translator . " Of the ninth it is scarce possible to discover the ...
... able to discover how it was deserved . " Of the eighth pastoral , so little is properly the work of Virgil , that he has no claim to other praise or blame than that of a translator . " Of the ninth it is scarce possible to discover the ...
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... able to relate how the passions are kept in perpetual agitation , by the recollection of injury and medita- tions of revenge ; how the blood boils at the name of the enemy , and life is worn away in contrivances of mischief . Every ...
... able to relate how the passions are kept in perpetual agitation , by the recollection of injury and medita- tions of revenge ; how the blood boils at the name of the enemy , and life is worn away in contrivances of mischief . Every ...
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... able to diminish the evil of life , and to increase the good ; he will learn to re- sign with complacency , to receive with gratitude , and possess with cheerfulness : and as in this conduct there is not only wisdom but virtue , he will ...
... able to diminish the evil of life , and to increase the good ; he will learn to re- sign with complacency , to receive with gratitude , and possess with cheerfulness : and as in this conduct there is not only wisdom but virtue , he will ...
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... able to separate the ideas of greatness and prosperity , that even Sir William Temple has determined , that he who can deserve the name of a hero , must . not only be vir- tuous but fortunate . ' 6 By this unreasonable distribution of ...
... able to separate the ideas of greatness and prosperity , that even Sir William Temple has determined , that he who can deserve the name of a hero , must . not only be vir- tuous but fortunate . ' 6 By this unreasonable distribution of ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
acquaintance Adventurer amusement appearance bagnio beauty Caliban character Clodio considered Corsica danger daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful elegance endeavoured entertainment equal Euripides evil excellence eyes fashion father favour fear felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune Fretters gentleman give Goneril happiness heart Hilario honour hope horses humble servant imagination kind knew labour lady learned lence less letter lived look Lord Lord Chesterfield mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind moral nature neral ness never night obliged observed OVID paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure poet Posidippus pounds present produced Prospero Quintilian racter readers reason Richard Owen Cambridge ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY scarce sentiments Shelimah sometimes soon suffer taste thee Theocritus thing thou thought tion told truth VIRG virtue Westminster school wife wish wretch writer
Populiarios ištraukos
25 psl. - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
7 psl. - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
129 psl. - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
26 psl. - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
168 psl. - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
115 psl. - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
127 psl. - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
167 psl. - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
52 psl. - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
7 psl. - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?