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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... sweet is worth a pound of sour . " The love of life is in fact the sum of all our passions and of all our enjoyments ; but these are by no means the same thing , for the vehemence of our passions is irritated , not less by 2 THE ROUND ...
... sweet is worth a pound of sour . " The love of life is in fact the sum of all our passions and of all our enjoyments ; but these are by no means the same thing , for the vehemence of our passions is irritated , not less by 2 THE ROUND ...
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... sweet ' through the thick clouds of winter . I love to see the trees first covered with leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because ...
... sweet ' through the thick clouds of winter . I love to see the trees first covered with leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because ...
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... sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . ' Dr. Johnson's general remark , that Milton's genius had not room to show itself in his smaller pieces , is not well - founded . Not to mention Lycidas , the Allegro , and Penseroso , it ...
... sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . ' Dr. Johnson's general remark , that Milton's genius had not room to show itself in his smaller pieces , is not well - founded . Not to mention Lycidas , the Allegro , and Penseroso , it ...
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... sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words . ' Its prose- lytes besiege the gates of heaven , like sturdy beggars about the doors of the great , lie and bask in the sunshine of divine grace , sigh and groan and bawl out for mercy , expose ...
... sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words . ' Its prose- lytes besiege the gates of heaven , like sturdy beggars about the doors of the great , lie and bask in the sunshine of divine grace , sigh and groan and bawl out for mercy , expose ...
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... sweet is the dew of their memory , and pleasant the balm of their recollection ! There are , indeed , impressions which neither time nor circumstances can efface.1 : 1 We shall here give one passage as an example , which has always ...
... sweet is the dew of their memory , and pleasant the balm of their recollection ! There are , indeed , impressions which neither time nor circumstances can efface.1 : 1 We shall here give one passage as an example , which has always ...
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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...