The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: Table talk and Conversations of James Northcote, esq., R.AJ. M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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15. oldal
... question , whether I should ever feel an interest in it like what I took in reading Vanbrugh and Cibber ? out . I had made some progress in painting when I went to the Louvre to study , and I never did any thing afterwards . I never ...
... question , whether I should ever feel an interest in it like what I took in reading Vanbrugh and Cibber ? out . I had made some progress in painting when I went to the Louvre to study , and I never did any thing afterwards . I never ...
16. oldal
... question , whether the artist , or the mere man of taste and natural sensibility , receives most pleasure from the con- templation of works of art ? and I think this question might be answered by another as a sort of experimentum crucis ...
... question , whether the artist , or the mere man of taste and natural sensibility , receives most pleasure from the con- templation of works of art ? and I think this question might be answered by another as a sort of experimentum crucis ...
17. oldal
... question as asking an impossibility : he cannot have the same insight into the end without having studied the means ; nor the same love of art without the same habitual and exclusive attach- ment to it . Painters are , no doubt , often ...
... question as asking an impossibility : he cannot have the same insight into the end without having studied the means ; nor the same love of art without the same habitual and exclusive attach- ment to it . Painters are , no doubt , often ...
28. oldal
... question and making progress in it , every step accom- panied with a sense of power , and every moment conscious of the high endeavour or the glad success ; ' for the mind seizes only on that which keeps it employed , and is wound up to ...
... question and making progress in it , every step accom- panied with a sense of power , and every moment conscious of the high endeavour or the glad success ; ' for the mind seizes only on that which keeps it employed , and is wound up to ...
32. oldal
... question , nothing relating to it may be lost upon him , and yet he may be able to give no account of the manner in which it affects him , or to drag his reasons from their silent lurking - places . This last will be a wise man , though ...
... question , nothing relating to it may be lost upon him , and yet he may be able to give no account of the manner in which it affects him , or to drag his reasons from their silent lurking - places . This last will be a wise man , though ...
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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...