Revue de l'enseignement des langues vivantes, Volum 44

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H. Didier, 1927

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Pàgina 369 - GROW old along with me ! * The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith " A whole I planned, "Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid !
Pàgina 225 - The want of human interest is always felt. Paradise Lost is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. Its perusal is a duty rather than a pleasure. We read Milton for instruction, retire harassed and overburdened, and look elsewhere for recreation; we desert our master, and seek for companions.
Pàgina 370 - For thence— a paradox Which comforts while it mocks— Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me; A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Pàgina 474 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne : No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Pàgina 370 - I see the whole design, I, who saw power, see now love perfect too: Perfect I call thy plan: Thanks that I was a man! Maker, remake, complete, — I trust what thou shalt do!
Pàgina 370 - Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term: Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute; a god though in the germ.
Pàgina 335 - Oh picaros de cocina, sucios, gordos y lucios, pobres fingidos, tullidos falsos, cicateruelos de Zocodover y de la plaza de Madrid, vistosos oracioneros, esportilleros de Sevilla, mandilejos de la hampa, con toda la caterva innumerable que se encierra debajo de^te nombre picaro! Bajad el toldo, amainad el brío, no os llaméis picaros si no habéis cursado dos cursos en la academia de la pesca de los atunes.
Pàgina 141 - A las aves ligeras, leones, ciervos, gamos saltadores, montes, valles, riberas, aguas, aires, ardores, y miedos de las noches veladores...
Pàgina 140 - Detente, Cierzo muerto ; ven, Austro, que recuerdas los amores, aspira por mi huerto, y corran sus olores, y pacerá el Amado entre las flores.
Pàgina 369 - Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed, ' Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall ? ' Not that, admiring stars, It yearned, 'Nor Jove, nor Mars; Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!

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