Lectures on Dramatic Literature: Or, The Employment of the Passions in DramaD. Appleton, 1849 - 245 psl. |
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... never again behold ; and you , Salamis , sacred soil of my native land , I salute also your domestic firesides ; and you , beautiful and glorious Athens , my ally , the country of my adoption ; and you , ye fountains and flowers ; and ...
... never again behold ; and you , Salamis , sacred soil of my native land , I salute also your domestic firesides ; and you , beautiful and glorious Athens , my ally , the country of my adoption ; and you , ye fountains and flowers ; and ...
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... never suffer it ! But think a little while you have the time . You who are all - powerful , reflect ! A woman , a woman who is alone , abandoned , who has no strength , who is without de- fence , who has no parents here , no family , no ...
... never suffer it ! But think a little while you have the time . You who are all - powerful , reflect ! A woman , a woman who is alone , abandoned , who has no strength , who is without de- fence , who has no parents here , no family , no ...
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... this aversion for the ugly , they never represented the excess of passion : Extreme pain and extreme anger produce contortion , and contortion disfigures . Timanthes , in his picture of the Sacrifice of Iphigenia , veiled the.
... this aversion for the ugly , they never represented the excess of passion : Extreme pain and extreme anger produce contortion , and contortion disfigures . Timanthes , in his picture of the Sacrifice of Iphigenia , veiled the.
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... Never , " replied Philoctetes , never will I go to those who have abandoned me . " Propose to a sick man , and " " 66 * Quamobrem turpe putandum est , non dico dolore , ( nam quid in- terdum est necesse ) , sed saxum illud lemnium ...
... Never , " replied Philoctetes , never will I go to those who have abandoned me . " Propose to a sick man , and " " 66 * Quamobrem turpe putandum est , non dico dolore , ( nam quid in- terdum est necesse ) , sed saxum illud lemnium ...
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... never have believed that you had enough pity and courage to support my pains , to assist and succor me ! " This alternation of pleasant and painful emotions this mixture of the effects of moral and material nature , con- stitutes the ...
... never have believed that you had enough pity and courage to support my pains , to assist and succor me ! " This alternation of pleasant and painful emotions this mixture of the effects of moral and material nature , con- stitutes the ...
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Lectures on Dramatic Literature, Or, The Employment of the Passions in Drama ... Marc Girardin, dit Girardin Visos knygos peržiūra - 1849 |
Lectures on Dramatic Literature Or, The Employment of the Passions in Drama Saint-Marc Girardin Visos knygos peržiūra - 1849 |
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Acanthe affection ancient Andromache anger Antigone antique Astyanax avenge beautiful become believe Cleanthe Collé comedy Dalainville daugh daughter death despair Desronais Don Diego Donna Lucretia drama Dupuis Edipus eighteenth century emotions endeavored Euphémon Euripides expression eyes fabliau Father Goriot fault fear feel genius Gennaro Geronte Goëthe grandeur Greeks grief Harpagon Hector hero honor human heart husband Idamé idea ingratitude inspires Ismene kill king King Lear Lear less literature live Lucrece Borgia Menedemus Merope Metromania miserable misfortunes modern Moliere Molossus moral mother nature Neoptolemus old Horace Orphan pardon passions paternal authority paternal character paternal love Philoctetes Piron pity poet Polynice Priam Prodigal Prodigal Son Pyrrhus Racine represented respect ridiculous Roman Rousseau scene sentiments Shakspeare society sons Sophocles soul speak stoicism suffering suicide Tchao Tching-Ing tears tenderness Theatre Theseus tragedy Triboulet Ulysses Victor Hugo virtue Voltaire Werter wish word young Zamti
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