The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of Shakespear's plays. A letter to William Gifford, esqJ. M. Dent & Company, 1902 |
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... live their best in talk , and what they write is but a sop for posterity : a last dying speech and confession ( as it were ) to show that not for nothing were they held rare fellows in their day . This is not to say that Hazlitt was not ...
... live their best in talk , and what they write is but a sop for posterity : a last dying speech and confession ( as it were ) to show that not for nothing were they held rare fellows in their day . This is not to say that Hazlitt was not ...
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... lives ; and while with passion we look for a coronation , or the death of an enemy , or a day of joy , passing from fancy to possession without any intermediate notices , we throw away a precious year ' ( Jeremy Taylor ) . We - would ...
... lives ; and while with passion we look for a coronation , or the death of an enemy , or a day of joy , passing from fancy to possession without any intermediate notices , we throw away a precious year ' ( Jeremy Taylor ) . We - would ...
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... lives ; and by constantly and successfully exposing the follies and weaknesses of mankind to ridicule , in the end ... live , or have no life at all , ' is undoubtedly to be found in the distinguishing peculiarities of men and manners ...
... lives ; and by constantly and successfully exposing the follies and weaknesses of mankind to ridicule , in the end ... live , or have no life at all , ' is undoubtedly to be found in the distinguishing peculiarities of men and manners ...
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... lives , and has thus doubled the quantity of our observation . We have , in a former paper , attempted to point out the fund of observation , physical and moral , contained in one set of these pictures , the Marriage a - la - Mode . The ...
... lives , and has thus doubled the quantity of our observation . We have , in a former paper , attempted to point out the fund of observation , physical and moral , contained in one set of these pictures , the Marriage a - la - Mode . The ...
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... summer , and I think , they ' re given To men of middle age . Y'are welcome . • Camillo . I should leave grazing , were I of your flock , And only live by gazing . ' Perdita . Out , alas ! You'd be so 35 ON MILTON'S LYCIDAS.
... summer , and I think , they ' re given To men of middle age . Y'are welcome . • Camillo . I should leave grazing , were I of your flock , And only live by gazing . ' Perdita . Out , alas ! You'd be so 35 ON MILTON'S LYCIDAS.
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Términos y frases comunes
actor admiration affections answer Antony Apemantus appear beauty Beggar's Opera better Cæsar Caliban character circumstances comedy common contempt Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE death delight Desdemona doth equal Essays excited eyes Falstaff fame fancy fear feeling fool friends genius give Gonerill grace Hamlet hath Hazlitt heart heaven Henry honour human Iago idea imagination indifference interest Juliet Julius Cæsar king lady Lear live look lord Macbeth Malvolio manner means MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never objects opinion Othello painted painter Paradise Lost passage passion persons picture play pleasure poet poetry principle reason refined Regan Richard Richard II Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET Round Table scene seems sense sentiment Shakespear shew soul speak spirit style sweet sympathy taste Tatler thee thing thou art thought tion Titian tragedy true truth whole William Hazlitt words writer
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Página 296 - For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court: and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp...
Página 360 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 295 - 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.
Página 269 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Página 235 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal, and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Página 176 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 222 - And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Página 348 - 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...
Página 34 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 316 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.