The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of Shakespear's plays. A letter to William Gifford, esqJ. M. Dent & Company, 1902 |
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... never read this work ; but Mr. Leslie Stephen , who is a very competent person in these matters , I am told , assures me ( D. N. B. ) that it is scrupulously dry , ' though ' showing great acuteness . ' This , I take leave to say -this ...
... never read this work ; but Mr. Leslie Stephen , who is a very competent person in these matters , I am told , assures me ( D. N. B. ) that it is scrupulously dry , ' though ' showing great acuteness . ' This , I take leave to say -this ...
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... never wrote with so ripe and sensual a gust not even , to my mind , when he was merely annihilating Gifford : as when , long years after Nether- Stowey , he broke in upon the strong , solid hold of Wordsworth's egotism , and tore to ...
... never wrote with so ripe and sensual a gust not even , to my mind , when he was merely annihilating Gifford : as when , long years after Nether- Stowey , he broke in upon the strong , solid hold of Wordsworth's egotism , and tore to ...
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... never an exalted Wordsworthian , and that he hesitated- ( ever so little , but he hesitated ! ) — even at Charles Lamb . Politics and all , in truth , he was a prophet who adored the past , and had but an infidel eye for emotions in him ...
... never an exalted Wordsworthian , and that he hesitated- ( ever so little , but he hesitated ! ) — even at Charles Lamb . Politics and all , in truth , he was a prophet who adored the past , and had but an infidel eye for emotions in him ...
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... We have all read Carlyle on Lamb . The everlasting pity is that we shall never read Hazlitt on Carlyle . 2 Him Shelley calls a solemn and unsexual man . ' that he came very near to tasting of the local xvii INTRODUCTION.
... We have all read Carlyle on Lamb . The everlasting pity is that we shall never read Hazlitt on Carlyle . 2 Him Shelley calls a solemn and unsexual man . ' that he came very near to tasting of the local xvii INTRODUCTION.
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... never did ; so that , as his grandson says , this second marriage was but ' an episode . ' Apparently it was the last in his life ; for neither Mrs. Hazlitt attended him in his mortal illness , nor was there any woman at his bed's head ...
... never did ; so that , as his grandson says , this second marriage was but ' an episode . ' Apparently it was the last in his life ; for neither Mrs. Hazlitt attended him in his mortal illness , nor was there any woman at his bed's head ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
actor admiration affections answer Antony Apemantus appears beauty Beggar's Opera better Cæsar Caliban character circumstances comedy common contempt Coriolanus criticism CYMBELINE death delight Desdemona doth dream English equal Essays excited expression eyes Falstaff fame fancy fear feeling friends genius give grace habit Hamlet hath Hazlitt heart heaven Henry honour human Iago idea imagination indifference interest Julius Cæsar king lady Lear Leigh Hunt live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Malvolio manner means Midsummer Night's Dream Milton mind moral nature never objects opinion Othello painted painter Paradise Lost passage passion persons picture play pleasure poet poetry Prince principle reason refinement Regan Richard Richard II Round Table scene seems sense sentiment Shakespear shew soul speak spirit style sweet sympathy taste Tatler thee thing thought tion Titian true truth whole William Hazlitt words Wordsworth writer
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Página 282 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Página 223 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Página 302 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 29 - Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth...
Página 2 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Página 186 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Página 164 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 29 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Página 184 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 282 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...