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Review of Ticknor's History of Spanish Literature (Classic Reprint)
G. S. H.
Predogled ni na voljo - 2017
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Stran 11 - ... fortunes and their own at the end of the fifteenth, and the beginning of the sixteenth centuries in all the courts of western Europe.
Stran 9 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes : Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Stran 4 - It breathes everywhere the true Castilian spirit, such as the old chronicles represent it amidst the achievements and disasters of the Moorish wars ; and has very few traces of an Arabic influence in its language, and none at all in its imagery or fancies. The whole of it, therefore, deserves to be read, and to be read in the original ; for it is there only that we can obtain the fresh impressions it is fitted to give us of the rude but heroic period it represents : of the simplicity of the governments,...
Stran 9 - World as well as the Old, is unrivalled in richness, in variety, and in picturesque and poetical elements. In truth, the chronicles of no other nation can, on such points, be compared to them ; not even the Portuguese, which approach the nearest in original and early materials ; nor the French, which, in Joinville and Froissart, make the highest claims in another direction. For these old Spanish chronicles, whether they have their foundations in truth or in fable, always strike further down than...
Stran 41 - Do we see The robber and the murd'rer weak as we ? Thou, that hast wasted earth, and dared despise Alike the wrath and mercy of the skies, Thy pomp is in the grave, thy glory laid Low in the pits thine avarice has made. We come with joy from our eternal rest, To see th...
Stran 8 - All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind...
Stran 27 - ... of God, because he shows a uniform external reverence for whatever has the form of a cross ; and who, dying in a ruffian brawl as a robber, is yet, in consequence of this devotion to the cross, miraculously restored to life, that he may confess his sins, be absolved, and then be transported directly to heaven.
Stran 41 - Coepi egomet mecum sic cogitare : ' Hem ! nos homunculi indignamur, si quis nostrum interiit aut occisus est, quorum vita brevior esse débet, cum uno loco tot oppidum cadavera proiecta iacent ? Visne tu te, Servi, cohibere et meminisse hominem te esse natum ? ' Crede mihi, cogitatione ea non mediocriter sum confirmatus.
Stran 16 - Spanish novel of the same name, by Diego Hurtado de Mendoza (d. 1575), a novel of low life, the first of a class well known in Spanish literature under the name of the gusto picaresco, or the style of the rogues, and made famous all over the world in the brilliant imitation of it, Le Sage's
Stran 41 - Art thou too fallen, Iberia .•' Do we see The robber and the murderer weak as we ? Thou that hast wasted earth, and dared despise Alike the wrath and mercy of the skies, 70 Thy pomp is in the grave, thy glory laid Low in the pits thine avarice has made.