Lectures on the English Comic Writers: Delivered at the Surry InstitutionTaylor and Hessey, 1819 - 343 oldal |
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150. oldal
... Novel , are instructive examples of unblushing impudence , of shallow pretensions to principle , and of the most mortifying reflections on his own situation , and bitter sense of female injustice and ingratitude , on the part of Manly ...
... Novel , are instructive examples of unblushing impudence , of shallow pretensions to principle , and of the most mortifying reflections on his own situation , and bitter sense of female injustice and ingratitude , on the part of Manly ...
207. oldal
... novels . Of the Man of the World I cannot think so favourably as some others ; nor shall I here dwell on the picturesque and romantic beau- ties of Julia de Roubigné , the early favourite of the author of Rosamond Gray ; but of the Man ...
... novels . Of the Man of the World I cannot think so favourably as some others ; nor shall I here dwell on the picturesque and romantic beau- ties of Julia de Roubigné , the early favourite of the author of Rosamond Gray ; but of the Man ...
208. oldal
... novel which I read ( I would not give offence by being more particular as to the name ) it was not from any want of ... novels and romances than from the gravest treatises on his- tory and morality , yet there are few works to which I am ...
... novel which I read ( I would not give offence by being more particular as to the name ) it was not from any want of ... novels and romances than from the gravest treatises on his- tory and morality , yet there are few works to which I am ...
218. oldal
... make me think higher of the author of Don Quixote , and it might , for a moment or two , make me think less . There is another Spanish novel , Gusman 曼 D'Alfarache , nearly of the same age as Don 218 ON THE ENGLISH NOVELISTS .
... make me think higher of the author of Don Quixote , and it might , for a moment or two , make me think less . There is another Spanish novel , Gusman 曼 D'Alfarache , nearly of the same age as Don 218 ON THE ENGLISH NOVELISTS .
219. oldal
... novel or a work of imagination . It is a series of strange , unconnected adventures , rather drily told , but accompanied by the most severe and sarcastic commentary . The satire , the wit , the eloquence and reasoning , are of the most ...
... novel or a work of imagination . It is a series of strange , unconnected adventures , rather drily told , but accompanied by the most severe and sarcastic commentary . The satire , the wit , the eloquence and reasoning , are of the most ...
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87. oldal - Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
105. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
107. oldal - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
99. oldal - I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born : I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her, that loves not me. Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much Nor he in his young godhead...
113. oldal - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
111. oldal - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
45. oldal - ... in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection: sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense...
23. oldal - Do what you will, Sir, you cannot avoid it. Should you even write as ill as you can, your letters would be published as curiosities. ' Behold a miracle ! instead of wit See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
113. oldal - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect ! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous, and wise withal. Epicurean animal !) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
99. oldal - Confusion worse confounded'. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe.