Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 oldal |
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... hope- less obscurity , and to do them right , without prejudice to well- deserved reputation , I shall have succeeded in what I chiefly propose . I shall not attempt , indeed , to adjust the spelling , or restore the pointing , as if ...
... hope- less obscurity , and to do them right , without prejudice to well- deserved reputation , I shall have succeeded in what I chiefly propose . I shall not attempt , indeed , to adjust the spelling , or restore the pointing , as if ...
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... hope to do as well as they ; what we learn from them we may in gen- eral expect to do worse . - What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration of the present , and un- mingled contempt for past times ...
... hope to do as well as they ; what we learn from them we may in gen- eral expect to do worse . - What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration of the present , and un- mingled contempt for past times ...
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... hope to find , by going to the fountain- head of thought and experience . We are quite wrong in sup- posing ( as we are apt to do ) , that we can plead an exclusive title to wit and wisdom , to taste and genius , as the net produce and ...
... hope to find , by going to the fountain- head of thought and experience . We are quite wrong in sup- posing ( as we are apt to do ) , that we can plead an exclusive title to wit and wisdom , to taste and genius , as the net produce and ...
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... hope the best , put a good face on the matter , but are sadly afraid the thing cannot answer . - Dr . Johnson said of these writers generally , that " they were sought after because they were scarce , and would not have been scarce had ...
... hope the best , put a good face on the matter , but are sadly afraid the thing cannot answer . - Dr . Johnson said of these writers generally , that " they were sought after because they were scarce , and would not have been scarce had ...
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... hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then , I would say , was strongly in- fluenced ( among other causes , ) first by the spirit of Christianity , and secondly , by the spirit of ...
... hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then , I would say , was strongly in- fluenced ( among other causes , ) first by the spirit of Christianity , and secondly , by the spirit of ...
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Characters of Shakespeare's Plays: & Lectures on the English Poets William Hazlitt Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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24. oldal - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
144. oldal - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
114. oldal - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
68. oldal - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
105. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
163. oldal - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
210. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
34. oldal - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
159. oldal - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
101. oldal - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.