The Modern Language Review, Band 19John George Robertson, Charles Jasper Sisson Modern Humanities Research Association, 1924 The Modern Language Review (MLR) is an interdisciplinary journal encompassing the following fields: English (including United States and the Commonwealth), French (including Francophone Africa and Canada), Germanic (including Dutch and Scandinavian), Hispanic (including Latin-American, Portuguese, and Catalan), Italian, Slavonic and East European Studies, and General Studies (including linguistics, comparative literature, and critical theory). |
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Seite 168 - It were better to have no opinion of God at all, than such an Opinion as is unworthy of him : for the one is unbelief, the other is contumely : and certainly superstition is the reproach of the Deity. Plutarch saith well to that purpose :
Seite 116 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Seite 145 - Lady Touchwoods, in their own sphere, do not offend my moral sense; in fact they do not appeal to it at all. They seem engaged in their proper element. They break through no laws, or conscientious restraints. They know of none. They have got out of Christendom into the land of — what shall I call it? — of cuckoldry — the Utopia of gallantry, where pleasure is duty, and the manners perfect freedom.
Seite 449 - I joy, that in these straits I see my west; For though their currents yield return to none, What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps, and I am one, are one, So death doth touch the resurrection.
Seite 147 - Is it for your honour, or mine, to have me jealous? That he makes love to you, is a sign you are handsome; and that I am not jealous, is a sign you are virtuous. That I think is for your honour.
Seite 449 - Flat on this bed, that by them may be showne That this is my South-west discoverie Per f return febris, by these streights to die, I joy, that in these straits, I see my West ; For, though theire currants yeeld returne to none, What shall my West hurt me ? As West and East In all flatt Maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the Resurrection.
Seite 16 - Cla. Though the black veil of night hath overclouded The world in darkness, yet ere many hours The sun will rise again, and then this act Of my dishonour will appear before you More black than is the canopy that shrouds it : What are you, pray ? what are you ? Rod. Husht — a friend, a friend.
Seite 464 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Seite 449 - We thinke that Paradise and Calvarie, Christs Crosse, and Adams tree, stood in one place; Looke Lord, and finde both Adams met in me; As the first Adams sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adams blood my soule embrace.
Seite 469 - For those, submit thy sense, and say — Thou power, That now art framing of the future world, Know'st all to come, not by the course of heaven, By frail conjectures of inferior signs...