William Hazlitt, Essayist and Critic: Selections from His Writings, with a Memoir, Biographical and CriticalF. Warne and Company, 1889 - 510 páginas |
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... intellect was completely subdued by an insane passion . He was , for a time , unable to think or talk of anything else . He abandoned criticism and books as idle matters , and fatigued every person whom he met by expressions of her love ...
... intellect was completely subdued by an insane passion . He was , for a time , unable to think or talk of anything else . He abandoned criticism and books as idle matters , and fatigued every person whom he met by expressions of her love ...
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... intellect , Mr. Hazlitt will , by some , be considered too favourable . It is much to say , however , that in no instance does he spare him when either his grand characteristics or his passions bring him into opposition to the great ...
... intellect , Mr. Hazlitt will , by some , be considered too favourable . It is much to say , however , that in no instance does he spare him when either his grand characteristics or his passions bring him into opposition to the great ...
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... intellect . He professes to throw aside the conventional for- mality of authorship , and to give his thoughts to the world with the freedom and frankness of Montaigne . He has fine sensibility , great imaginative power , remarkable ...
... intellect . He professes to throw aside the conventional for- mality of authorship , and to give his thoughts to the world with the freedom and frankness of Montaigne . He has fine sensibility , great imaginative power , remarkable ...
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... intellect that spoke through it than any other I ever either in life or on canvas ; and its crowning portion , the brow and forehead , was , to my thinking , quite unequalled for mingled capacity and beauty . . . . The forehead , as I ...
... intellect that spoke through it than any other I ever either in life or on canvas ; and its crowning portion , the brow and forehead , was , to my thinking , quite unequalled for mingled capacity and beauty . . . . The forehead , as I ...
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... intellect : - " I stood well with him for fifteen years ( the proudest of my life ) , and have ever spoke my full mind of him to some to whom his panegyric must naturally be least tasteful . I never in thought swerved from him ; I never ...
... intellect : - " I stood well with him for fifteen years ( the proudest of my life ) , and have ever spoke my full mind of him to some to whom his panegyric must naturally be least tasteful . I never in thought swerved from him ; I never ...
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Página 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?
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 393 - The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be : The Devil grew well, the Devil a monk was he...
Página 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.
Página 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.