The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: Free thoughts on public affairs. Political essays. Advertisement, etc., from The eloquence of the British senate

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J. M. Dent & Company, 1902

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Seite 254 - Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Seite 122 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Seite 156 - And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...
Seite 192 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 157 - What is he, whose grief Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, Hamlet the Dane.
Seite 35 - For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Seite 146 - Thy father made our yoke grievous: now therefore make thou the grievous service of thy father, and his heavy yoke which he put upon us, lighter, and we will serve thee.
Seite 147 - So when all Israel saw that the king hearkened not unto them, the people answered the king, saying, What portion have we in David? Neither have we inheritance in the son of Jesse : to your tents, O Israel : now see to thine own house, David.
Seite 120 - Toutefois, je l'avoue, en ce comble de gloire, Du Dieu que j'ai quitté l'importune mémoire Jette encore en mon âme un reste de terreur, Et c'est ce qui redouble et nourrit ma fureur.
Seite 455 - Though hard and rare; thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.

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