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Page xi
... final manner , at the sounder conclusion that historical accident is principally to blame . The chance concurrence of this defeat with that dynastic influence , the slip by which the common sense of political simplicity missed footing ...
... final manner , at the sounder conclusion that historical accident is principally to blame . The chance concurrence of this defeat with that dynastic influence , the slip by which the common sense of political simplicity missed footing ...
Page 42
... final quarrel got him hanged at last - it is improbable : no record or even tradition of it remains . Rabelais thought him a wanderer in England . Poitou preserves a story of his later passage through her fields , of how still he drank ...
... final quarrel got him hanged at last - it is improbable : no record or even tradition of it remains . Rabelais thought him a wanderer in England . Poitou preserves a story of his later passage through her fields , of how still he drank ...
Page 153
... Assault converging on the church throughout Europe , the raising of the Siege , the Triumph which developed , at last , on the political side the League , and on the literary the final rigidity of Malherbe , 153 JOACHIM DU BELLAY .
... Assault converging on the church throughout Europe , the raising of the Siege , the Triumph which developed , at last , on the political side the League , and on the literary the final rigidity of Malherbe , 153 JOACHIM DU BELLAY .
Page 154
Hilaire Belloc. and on the literary the final rigidity of Malherbe , the noise of all these had not reached his circle , kind , or family . Of that family the Cardinal seems to have regarded him as the principal survivor . He had ...
Hilaire Belloc. and on the literary the final rigidity of Malherbe , the noise of all these had not reached his circle , kind , or family . Of that family the Cardinal seems to have regarded him as the principal survivor . He had ...
Page 158
... final form without catching the same note in the great English cycle of the generation after him — the close of the sixteenth and the opening of the seventeenth centuries . But his verse read will prove all this and suggest much more ...
... final form without catching the same note in the great English cycle of the generation after him — the close of the sixteenth and the opening of the seventeenth centuries . But his verse read will prove all this and suggest much more ...
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Page 217 - L'augmenteront toujours? Le malheur de ta fille au tombeau descendue Par un commun trépas, Est-ce quelque dédale, où ta raison perdue Ne se retrouve pas ? Je sais de quels appas son enfance était pleine, Et n'ai pas entrepris : Injurieux ami, de soulager ta peine Avecque son mépris.
Page 217 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin, Et, rosé, elle a vécu ce que vivent les rosés, L'espace d'un matin.
Page 200 - Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
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Page 218 - Et nous laisse crier. Le pauvre en sa cabane, où le chaume le couvre, Est sujet à ses lois : Et la garde qui veille aux barrières du Louvre «i N'en défend point nos rois.
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Page 173 - Plus me plaist le séjour qu'ont basty mes ayeux, Que des palais Romains le front audacieux: Plus que le marbre dur me plaist l'ardoise fine, Plus mon Loyre Gaulois, que le Tybre Latin, Plus mon petit Lyre, que le mont Palatin, Et plus que l'air marin la doulceur Angevine.