The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: Fugitive writingsJ. M. Dent & Company, 1904 - English essays |
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... Head , ' would seem to show that the writer of the sketch had sent it to that magazine for publication . The Fête of St. Cloud ' ( the paragraph runs ) , " though not unamusing , would not suit our pages . French subjects , as all ...
... Head , ' would seem to show that the writer of the sketch had sent it to that magazine for publication . The Fête of St. Cloud ' ( the paragraph runs ) , " though not unamusing , would not suit our pages . French subjects , as all ...
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... head , a throb of pleasure in his heart , and he will be glad to share it with the first person he meets . Toms and I , though we seldom meet , were an alter idem on this memorable occasion , and had not an idea that we did not candidly ...
... head , a throb of pleasure in his heart , and he will be glad to share it with the first person he meets . Toms and I , though we seldom meet , were an alter idem on this memorable occasion , and had not an idea that we did not candidly ...
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... heads out of the casement to see what was going on , they instantly put them in and shut the window , the moment you seemed advancing with a suspicious overture for accommodation . Our guard and coachman thundered away at the outer gate ...
... heads out of the casement to see what was going on , they instantly put them in and shut the window , the moment you seemed advancing with a suspicious overture for accommodation . Our guard and coachman thundered away at the outer gate ...
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... head . head . You have kept me alive to - night , however . I don't know what I should have done without you . ' He did not dislike this view of the thing , nor my asking if he was not about the size of Jem Belcher ; and told me soon ...
... head . head . You have kept me alive to - night , however . I don't know what I should have done without you . ' He did not dislike this view of the thing , nor my asking if he was not about the size of Jem Belcher ; and told me soon ...
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... head to foot with a glance of contempt , as Achilles surveyed Hector , say to him , What , are you Bill Neate ? I'll knock more blood out of that great carcase of thine , this day fortnight , than you ever knock'd out of a bullock's ...
... head to foot with a glance of contempt , as Achilles surveyed Hector , say to him , What , are you Bill Neate ? I'll knock more blood out of that great carcase of thine , this day fortnight , than you ever knock'd out of a bullock's ...
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Page 67 - Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Page 230 - Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring...
Page 382 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Page 223 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 329 - 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...
Page 265 - There was a severe, worn pressure of thought about his temples, a fire in his eye (as if he saw something in objects more than the outward appearance), an intense, high, narrow forehead, a Roman nose, cheeks furrowed by strong purpose and feeling, and a convulsive inclination to laughter about the mouth, a good deal at variance with the solemn, stately expression of the rest of his face.
Page 44 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow ; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest ; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart.
Page 120 - The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be ; The devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
Page 67 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Page 264 - Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute, as we passed through echoing grove, by fairy stream or waterfall, gleaming in the summer moonlight! He lamented that Wordsworth was not prone enough to believe in the traditional superstitions of the place, and that there was a something corporeal, a matter-of-factness, a clinging to the palpable, or often to the petty, in his poetry, in consequence.