The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: Table talk and Conversations of James Northcote, esq., R.AJ. M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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5. oldal
... painters know . ' In writing , you have to contend with the world ; in painting , you have only to carry on a friendly strife with Nature . You sit down to your task , and are happy . From the moment that you take up the pencil , and ...
... painters know . ' In writing , you have to contend with the world ; in painting , you have only to carry on a friendly strife with Nature . You sit down to your task , and are happy . From the moment that you take up the pencil , and ...
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... painter thus learns to look at nature with different eyes . He before saw her as in a glass darkly , but now face to face . ' He 1 It is at present covered with a thick slough of oil and varnish ( the perishable vehicle of the English ...
... painter thus learns to look at nature with different eyes . He before saw her as in a glass darkly , but now face to face . ' He 1 It is at present covered with a thick slough of oil and varnish ( the perishable vehicle of the English ...
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... painter ! ' It was an idle thought , a boy's conceit ; but it did not make me less happy at the time . I used regularly to set my work in the chair to look at it through the long evenings ; and many a time did I return to take leave of ...
... painter ! ' It was an idle thought , a boy's conceit ; but it did not make me less happy at the time . I used regularly to set my work in the chair to look at it through the long evenings ; and many a time did I return to take leave of ...
15. oldal
... painters , seemed to relish in the mouth . There was one of Titian's Mistress at her toilette . Even the colours with which the painter had adorned her hair were not more golden , more amiable to sight , than those which played round ...
... painters , seemed to relish in the mouth . There was one of Titian's Mistress at her toilette . Even the colours with which the painter had adorned her hair were not more golden , more amiable to sight , than those which played round ...
16. oldal
... painter is wedded to his art , the mistress , queen , and idol of his soul . He has embarked his all in it , fame , time , fortune , peace of mind , his hopes in youth , his consolation in age and shall he not feel a more intense ...
... painter is wedded to his art , the mistress , queen , and idol of his soul . He has embarked his all in it , fame , time , fortune , peace of mind , his hopes in youth , his consolation in age and shall he not feel a more intense ...
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97. oldal - 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.
177. oldal - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
121. oldal - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that. You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
97. oldal - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...
176. oldal - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
176. oldal - ... stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
28. oldal - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; J To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to...
28. oldal - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
176. oldal - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
173. oldal - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the...