The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: Lectures on the English poets and on the dramatic literature of the age of Elizabeth, etcJ. M. Dent & Company, 1902 - English essays |
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... affectation , as the occasion seems to require . The following are some of the finest instances : His hand was known In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high ; - Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece : and in the ...
... affectation , as the occasion seems to require . The following are some of the finest instances : His hand was known In Heaven by many a tower'd structure high ; - Nor was his name unheard or unador'd In ancient Greece : and in the ...
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... affectation . A toilette is described with the solemnity of an altar raised to the Goddess of vanity , and the history of a silver bodkin is given with all the pomp of heraldry . No pains are spared , no profusion of ornament , no ...
... affectation . A toilette is described with the solemnity of an altar raised to the Goddess of vanity , and the history of a silver bodkin is given with all the pomp of heraldry . No pains are spared , no profusion of ornament , no ...
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... affectation , or false ornaments . It is for this reason that he is , perhaps , the most popular of all our poets , treating of a subject that all can understand , and in a way that is interesting to all alike , to the ignorant or the ...
... affectation , or false ornaments . It is for this reason that he is , perhaps , the most popular of all our poets , treating of a subject that all can understand , and in a way that is interesting to all alike , to the ignorant or the ...
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... affectation , and in the end , degenerate into it from the natural spirit of contradiction , and the constant uneasy sense of disappointment and undeserved ridicule . But to return . Crabbe is , if not the most natural , the most ...
... affectation , and in the end , degenerate into it from the natural spirit of contradiction , and the constant uneasy sense of disappointment and undeserved ridicule . But to return . Crabbe is , if not the most natural , the most ...
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... affectation , as if a peer of the realm were to sit for his picture with a crook and cocked hat on , smiling with an insipid air of no - meaning , between nature and fashion . Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia is a lasting monument of ...
... affectation , as if a peer of the realm were to sit for his picture with a crook and cocked hat on , smiling with an insipid air of no - meaning , between nature and fashion . Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia is a lasting monument of ...
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Page 166 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother : They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 10 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair, Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors : Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 72 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike, And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide : If to her share some Female Errors fall, Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 10 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 58 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 82 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards and found her there.
Page 64 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 314 - To his Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Huraber would complain.
Page 188 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 114 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.