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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... perhaps is , that they are not poetry , because they are not romance . The interest is worked up to an incon- ceivable height ; but it is by an infinite number of little things , by incessant labour and calls upon the attention , by a ...
... perhaps is , that they are not poetry , because they are not romance . The interest is worked up to an incon- ceivable height ; but it is by an infinite number of little things , by incessant labour and calls upon the attention , by a ...
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... perhaps , tends to heighten the effect by the bold intermixture of realities , and by an appeal , as it were , to the individual knowledge and experience of the reader . He affords few subjects for picture . There is , indeed , one ...
... perhaps , tends to heighten the effect by the bold intermixture of realities , and by an appeal , as it were , to the individual knowledge and experience of the reader . He affords few subjects for picture . There is , indeed , one ...
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... perhaps those of any other poet . His sentiments are not voluntary effusions of the poet's fancy , but founded on the natural impulses and habitual prejudices of the characters he has to represent . There is an inveteracy of purpose , a ...
... perhaps those of any other poet . His sentiments are not voluntary effusions of the poet's fancy , but founded on the natural impulses and habitual prejudices of the characters he has to represent . There is an inveteracy of purpose , a ...
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... was exclusively taken up with what he set about , whether it was jest or earnest . The Wife of Bath's Prologue ( which Pope has very admirably modern- ised ) is , perhaps , unequalled as a comic 32 LECTURES ON THE ENGLISH POETS.
... was exclusively taken up with what he set about , whether it was jest or earnest . The Wife of Bath's Prologue ( which Pope has very admirably modern- ised ) is , perhaps , unequalled as a comic 32 LECTURES ON THE ENGLISH POETS.
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William Hazlitt Alfred Rayney Waller, Arnold Glover. ised ) is , perhaps , unequalled as a comic story . The Cock and the Fox is also excellent for lively strokes of character and satire . January and May is not so good as some of the ...
William Hazlitt Alfred Rayney Waller, Arnold Glover. ised ) is , perhaps , unequalled as a comic story . The Cock and the Fox is also excellent for lively strokes of character and satire . January and May is not so good as some of the ...
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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.