Hazlitt on English Literature: An Introduction to the Appreciation of LiteratureOxford University Press, 1913 - 441 Seiten |
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... look at the sky , or wander by the pebbled sea - side . " This was probably the period of his most extensive reading . He absorbed the English novelists and essayists ; he saturated himself with the sentiment of Rousseau ; he studied ...
... look at the sky , or wander by the pebbled sea - side . " This was probably the period of his most extensive reading . He absorbed the English novelists and essayists ; he saturated himself with the sentiment of Rousseau ; he studied ...
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... look into . In the space of a single lecture be takes a sweeping view of all the great movements which gave vitality and grandeur to the Elizabethan spirit and found a voice in its literature , so that in spite of his little 62 2 ...
... look into . In the space of a single lecture be takes a sweeping view of all the great movements which gave vitality and grandeur to the Elizabethan spirit and found a voice in its literature , so that in spite of his little 62 2 ...
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... looks in vain for any of those errors of youth such as are met even in a Coleridge enamored of Bowles . What extravagance of tone Hazlitt displayed in his early criticism he carried with him to his last day . If any change is to be ...
... looks in vain for any of those errors of youth such as are met even in a Coleridge enamored of Bowles . What extravagance of tone Hazlitt displayed in his early criticism he carried with him to his last day . If any change is to be ...
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... look at the age through Hazlitt's eyes , we shall see its literature dominated by the figures " Conversation of Northcote , VI , 393 . 95 Essays in English Literature , Second Series , 159-161 . " There seems to be no reason for ...
... look at the age through Hazlitt's eyes , we shall see its literature dominated by the figures " Conversation of Northcote , VI , 393 . 95 Essays in English Literature , Second Series , 159-161 . " There seems to be no reason for ...
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... looks and grace- ful motions ! How the faces of the whole ring are dressed in smiles ! how the repartee goes round ! how wit and folly , elegance and awkward imitation of it , set one another off ! Happy , thoughtless age , when kings ...
... looks and grace- ful motions ! How the faces of the whole ring are dressed in smiles ! how the repartee goes round ! how wit and folly , elegance and awkward imitation of it , set one another off ! Happy , thoughtless age , when kings ...
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Seite 127 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Seite 124 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Seite 66 - tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Seite 264 - 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.
Seite 111 - 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?
Seite 15 - 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.
Seite 130 - ... In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half -hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas ! how changed from him, That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim ! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay at council, in a ring...
Seite 70 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 117 - Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain; then disappear'd. They looking back all th...
Seite 102 - Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...