Hazlitt on English Literature: An Introduction to the Appreciation of LiteratureOxford University Press, 1913 - 441 Seiten |
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... scenes , or passages , as if he were actu- ally reading him over with his audience . But this is a limitation which Hazlitt shares with all the finer critics of his day . 68 After all these shortcomings have been acknowledged , the ...
... scenes , or passages , as if he were actu- ally reading him over with his audience . But this is a limitation which Hazlitt shares with all the finer critics of his day . 68 After all these shortcomings have been acknowledged , the ...
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... scene in " The Broken Heart " was concerned , Charles Lamb's comment on it was " worth more than all Ford ever wrote . " Hazlitt's dispassionate sanity in this instance forms an instructive contrast : " Ex- -cept the last scene of the ...
... scene in " The Broken Heart " was concerned , Charles Lamb's comment on it was " worth more than all Ford ever wrote . " Hazlitt's dispassionate sanity in this instance forms an instructive contrast : " Ex- -cept the last scene of the ...
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... scenes from Faust.99 He has been accused of writing a Spirit of the Age which omitted to give an account of Shelley and Keats , but in the title of the book consists his excuse . As it was not his idea to anticipate the decision of ...
... scenes from Faust.99 He has been accused of writing a Spirit of the Age which omitted to give an account of Shelley and Keats , but in the title of the book consists his excuse . As it was not his idea to anticipate the decision of ...
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... scene that is opened to us , and we unconsciously transfer its durability as well as its splendour to ourselves . So newly found we cannot think of parting with it yet , or at least put off that consideration sine die . Like a rustic at ...
... scene that is opened to us , and we unconsciously transfer its durability as well as its splendour to ourselves . So newly found we cannot think of parting with it yet , or at least put off that consideration sine die . Like a rustic at ...
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... scene presents 108 Spirit of the Age , " Mr. Cobbett . " 109 Ibid . , " William Godwin . " 110 66 On the Living Poets , " Lectures on English Poets , V , 144 . itself , as on the canvas of Watteau . We INTRODUCTION lxvii.
... scene presents 108 Spirit of the Age , " Mr. Cobbett . " 109 Ibid . , " William Godwin . " 110 66 On the Living Poets , " Lectures on English Poets , V , 144 . itself , as on the canvas of Watteau . We INTRODUCTION lxvii.
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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...