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The former editions of the Lectures , originally delivered by the author at the
Surrey Institution in 1818 , and published in the same year , having become
exhausted , the present reprint has been undertaken , for the purpose of
supplying the ...
The former editions of the Lectures , originally delivered by the author at the
Surrey Institution in 1818 , and published in the same year , having become
exhausted , the present reprint has been undertaken , for the purpose of
supplying the ...
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that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to
the present , or modern times . We ordinarily speak and think of those who had
the misfortune to write or live before us , as labouring under very singular
privations ...
that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to
the present , or modern times . We ordinarily speak and think of those who had
the misfortune to write or live before us , as labouring under very singular
privations ...
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What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration of
the present , and unmingled contempt for past times , is the looking at the finest
old pictures ; at Raphael ' s heads , at Titian ' s faces , at Claude ' s land . scapes
...
What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration of
the present , and unmingled contempt for past times , is the looking at the finest
old pictures ; at Raphael ' s heads , at Titian ' s faces , at Claude ' s land . scapes
...
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It is the present fashion to speak with veneration of old English uiterature ; but the
homage we pay to it is more akin to the rites of superstition than to the worship of
true religion . Our iaith is doubtful ; our love cold ; our knowledge little or none .
It is the present fashion to speak with veneration of old English uiterature ; but the
homage we pay to it is more akin to the rites of superstition than to the worship of
true religion . Our iaith is doubtful ; our love cold ; our knowledge little or none .
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Every vil . lage in England would present the scene so well described in Burns ' s
Cotter ' s Saturday Night . I cannot think that all this va . riety and weight of
knowledge could be thrown in all at once upon the mind of a people , and not
make ...
Every vil . lage in England would present the scene so well described in Burns ' s
Cotter ' s Saturday Night . I cannot think that all this va . riety and weight of
knowledge could be thrown in all at once upon the mind of a people , and not
make ...
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Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth William Hazlitt Visualização integral - 1845 |
Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth William Hazlitt Visualização integral - 1840 |
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Página 136 - 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, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Página 176 - 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 110 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Página 219 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 136 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 160 - And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 136 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Página 95 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 79 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Página 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...