William Hazlitt, Essayist and Critic: Selections from His Writings, with a Memoir, Biographical and CriticalF. Warne and Company, 1889 - 510 sidor |
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... passing over none of his frailties or errors , and not hesitating to use freely the recorded recollec- tions of those who were most intimate with him . These I have incorporated in my sketch , in order to add PREFACE . vii.
... passing over none of his frailties or errors , and not hesitating to use freely the recorded recollec- tions of those who were most intimate with him . These I have incorporated in my sketch , in order to add PREFACE . vii.
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... pass under a cloud which unfits them for social intercourse . We must see them more than once or twice to be able to form a tolerable judgment of their characters . I only wish to caution you against forming too hasty a judgment of ...
... pass under a cloud which unfits them for social intercourse . We must see them more than once or twice to be able to form a tolerable judgment of their characters . I only wish to caution you against forming too hasty a judgment of ...
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... passing the door . On the ground - floor , looking out upon a horse - pond , flanked by two old lime - trees , is a little parlour , which was the one probably used by Hazlitt as his sitting - room . At the other end of the house is a ...
... passing the door . On the ground - floor , looking out upon a horse - pond , flanked by two old lime - trees , is a little parlour , which was the one probably used by Hazlitt as his sitting - room . At the other end of the house is a ...
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... passing in his own mind , and what was going on with- out him . He applied everything to the purposes of philosophy ; he could not see anything , the most familiar objects or the commonest events , without connecting them with the ...
... passing in his own mind , and what was going on with- out him . He applied everything to the purposes of philosophy ; he could not see anything , the most familiar objects or the commonest events , without connecting them with the ...
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... passing from fancy to possession without any intermediate notices , we throw away a precious year . " - ( Jeremy Taylor . ) We would willingly , and without remorse , sacrifice not only the present moment , but all the interval ( no ...
... passing from fancy to possession without any intermediate notices , we throw away a precious year . " - ( Jeremy Taylor . ) We would willingly , and without remorse , sacrifice not only the present moment , but all the interval ( no ...
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Sida 119 - 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?
Sida 68 - Stop up th' access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!
Sida 117 - Memory and her syren 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.
Sida 224 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Sida 68 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Sida 33 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Sida 164 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Sida 393 - The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be : The Devil grew well, the Devil a monk was he...
Sida 452 - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Sida 82 - It ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it ; makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble fiery and delectable shapes; which, delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue, which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.