Lectures on Dramatic Literature: Or, The Employment of the Passions in DramaD. Appleton, 1849 - 245 psl. |
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... turn away his eyes . There is indeed in the sight of danger and suffering an irresistible attraction for men ; but it is this emotion which we must endeavor to purify by the assistance of art , in restraining it within the limit of ...
... turn away his eyes . There is indeed in the sight of danger and suffering an irresistible attraction for men ; but it is this emotion which we must endeavor to purify by the assistance of art , in restraining it within the limit of ...
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... turn away his eyes , but felt them fixed upon this palpitating body . His soul in spite of him became intoxicated with sanguinary joy . " The Greeks themselves , the chosen people of the arts , finally adopted gladiatorial combats ...
... turn away his eyes , but felt them fixed upon this palpitating body . His soul in spite of him became intoxicated with sanguinary joy . " The Greeks themselves , the chosen people of the arts , finally adopted gladiatorial combats ...
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... Turn your grief against his enemies . Already Priam grows pale ; already Troy in alarms , Dreads my sacrifice and groans at your tears . Go ! and within its empty walls Cause the Trojan widows to bewail my death . I die in this hope ...
... Turn your grief against his enemies . Already Priam grows pale ; already Troy in alarms , Dreads my sacrifice and groans at your tears . Go ! and within its empty walls Cause the Trojan widows to bewail my death . I die in this hope ...
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... turn around in her hut with frightful quickness , like a wild beast in a cage . She said nothing more , but her eyes flashed fire . All at once she picked up a piece of pavement , laughed , and threw it with both hands at the workers ...
... turn around in her hut with frightful quickness , like a wild beast in a cage . She said nothing more , but her eyes flashed fire . All at once she picked up a piece of pavement , laughed , and threw it with both hands at the workers ...
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... it around your breast , and do not fear that you will perish . When you have reached the shore , you will throw it back into the sea , turning your head away , and without looking behind . ' When STRUGGLE OF MAN AGAINST DANGER . 43.
... it around your breast , and do not fear that you will perish . When you have reached the shore , you will throw it back into the sea , turning your head away , and without looking behind . ' When STRUGGLE OF MAN AGAINST DANGER . 43.
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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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