L'Angleterre au seizième siècle

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G. Charpentier, 1879 - 444 páginas
 

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Página 358 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 16 - ... swords and bucklers, and then what hard heart will not receive it for a pitched field? Now of time they are much more liberal; for ordinary it is, that two young princes fall in love; after many traverses she is got with child, delivered of a fair boy, he is lost, groweth a man, falleth in love, and is ready to get another child; and all this in two hours...
Página 70 - TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF THESE INSUING SONNETS MR. WH ALL HAPPINESSE AND THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OUR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH THE WELL-WISHING ADVENTURER IN SETTING FORTH TT...
Página 16 - By and by we hear news of shipwreck in the same place, then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster, with fire and smoke, and then the miserable beholders are bound to take it for a cave. While in the meantime two armies fly in, represented with four swords and bucklers, and then what hard heart will not receive it for a pitched field?
Página 87 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand! To be so tickled, they would change...
Página 325 - Enfin , je devais y puiser des couleurs pour mon poème ; car la vie pour mon esprit fut toujours un grand poème , comme pour mon cœur elle fut de l'amour. Dieu, Amour et Poésie, sont les trois mots que je voudrais seuls gravés sur ma pierre, si je mérite jamais une pierre.
Página 147 - ... les écrasent. Au lieu d'un paysan grossier, doué de quelque génie, et sublime par hasard, on ne reconnaîtrait pas sans étonnement le véritable Shakspeare; âme mélancolique et concentrée, homme de mœurs élégantes, ami du noble Southampton, favorisé par Elisabeth, mais solitaire au milieu de cette presse de monde, qu'il...
Página 384 - Si je suis en repos Sommeillant sur ma couche, J'oy qu'il me tient propos, Je le sens qui me touche : En labeur, en recoy Tousjours est près de moy.
Página 357 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Página 23 - I have ever truly cherished my good opinion of other men's worthy labours, especially of that full and heightened style of Master Chapman; the laboured and understanding works of Master Jonson ; the no less worthy composures of the both worthily excellent Master Beaumont and Master Fletcher; and lastly (without wrong last to be named), the right happy and copious industry of Master Shakespeare, Master Dekker, and Master Heywood...

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