Degeneration In The Great French Masters Rosseau Chateaubriand Balzac Stendhal Sand Musset Baudelaire Flaubert Verlaine Zola

Author : Jean Carrére
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230057019
Total Pages : 64 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (57 download)

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Download or read book Degeneration in the Great French Masters; Rosseau--Chateaubriand--Balzac--Stendhal--Sand--Musset--Baudelaire--Flaubert--Verlaine--Zola written by Jean Carrére and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 64 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...these " declamations like blood-dripping swords," these "chants of despair" and " broken lyres" and "immortal sobs," the whole of Musset, in a word, in his sincere laments, have one single cause--the departure of a faithless love! Surely this is a child crying because his doll has fallen into the sea? IV Is this a poet of sorrow? What! For thousands and thousands of years poor humanity has dragged itself over the earth in pursuit of a happiness that ever recedes before it like a mirage; for long ages men, races, and empires have clashed, urged on by a destiny of which none of us yet knows the secret; from the dawn of time we have held up to heaven hands that implore unceasingly and begin ever anew; during the whole of time we have struggled and stumbled through the bloody darkness--and you would call the man who, in the midst of all this tragedy, has suffered a little from a woman's caprice the poet of sorrow! No, no. By all the disinherited of fate who are born, are reared, and die in wretched dens, by all the vanquished of life, all the martyrs, all the apostles, all the dead heroes, all who were wounded by the monster, all who were crucified for the ideal--no, to be thwarted in love is not a great sorrow. In fact--let us have the courage to say it--no personal grievance, no domestic unhappiness, however painful the wound, however holy the cause, even if it were the most heartrending of separations, a mother's loss of her son or a son's loss of his mother, suffices to justify a work of eternal tears or to make us the interpreters of an immense tragedy.. For our mourning to be sublime there must be something greater than the inevitable troubles that await all of us, repeated millions of times a day...