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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... comes home to the bosoms and businesses of men ; for nothing but what so comes home to them in the most general and intelligible shape , can be a subject for poetry . Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature ...
... comes home to the bosoms and businesses of men ; for nothing but what so comes home to them in the most general and intelligible shape , can be a subject for poetry . Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature ...
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... come as near to poetry as possible without absolutely being so , namely , the Pilgrim's Progress , Robinson Crusoe , and the Tales of Boccaccio . Chaucer and Dryden have translated some of the last into English rhyme , but the essence ...
... come as near to poetry as possible without absolutely being so , namely , the Pilgrim's Progress , Robinson Crusoe , and the Tales of Boccaccio . Chaucer and Dryden have translated some of the last into English rhyme , but the essence ...
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... come after them . Their poetry , like their religious creed , is vast , unformed , obscure , and infinite ; a vision is upon it - an invisible hand is suspended over it . The spirit of the Christian religion consists in the glory ...
... come after them . Their poetry , like their religious creed , is vast , unformed , obscure , and infinite ; a vision is upon it - an invisible hand is suspended over it . The spirit of the Christian religion consists in the glory ...
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... come after him ; but there is a gloomy abstrac- tion in his conceptions , which lies like a dead weight upon the mind ; a benumbing stupor , a breathless awe , from the intensity of the impression ; a terrible obscurity , like that ...
... come after him ; but there is a gloomy abstrac- tion in his conceptions , which lies like a dead weight upon the mind ; a benumbing stupor , a breathless awe , from the intensity of the impression ; a terrible obscurity , like that ...
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... come rushing in the greves , And breking both the boughes and the leves : ' - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : : - ' Have ye not seen somtime a pale face ( Among a prees ) of him that hath been lad ...
... come rushing in the greves , And breking both the boughes and the leves : ' - or that still finer one of Constance , when she is condemned to death : : - ' Have ye not seen somtime a pale face ( Among a prees ) of him that hath been lad ...
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Page 152 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Page 59 - And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 166 - 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 - 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 6 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
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 137 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
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.