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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... sweet is worth a pound of sour . ' Our The love of life is in fact the sum of all our passions and of all our enjoyments ; but these are by no means the same thing , for the vehemence of our passions is irritated , not less by 2 THE ...
... sweet is worth a pound of sour . ' Our The love of life is in fact the sum of all our passions and of all our enjoyments ; but these are by no means the same thing , for the vehemence of our passions is irritated , not less by 2 THE ...
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... sweet ' through the thick clouds of winter . I love to see the trees first covered with leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because ...
... sweet ' through the thick clouds of winter . I love to see the trees first covered with leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because ...
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... sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . ' Dr. Johnson's general remark , that Milton's genius had not room to show itself in his smaller pieces , is not well - founded . Not to mention Lycidas , the Allegro , and Penseroso , it ...
... sweet friend , To strew him o'er and o'er . ' Dr. Johnson's general remark , that Milton's genius had not room to show itself in his smaller pieces , is not well - founded . Not to mention Lycidas , the Allegro , and Penseroso , it ...
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... sweets of new ones ; on the withered hag who looks back on a life of dissipation , or the young devotee who looks forward ... sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words . ' Its prose- lytes besiege the gates of heaven , like sturdy beggars ...
... sweets of new ones ; on the withered hag who looks back on a life of dissipation , or the young devotee who looks forward ... sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words . ' Its prose- lytes besiege the gates of heaven , like sturdy beggars ...
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... sweet is the dew of their memory , and pleasant the balm of their recollection ! There are , indeed , impressions which neither time nor circumstances can efface.1 1 We shall here give one passage as an example , which has always ...
... sweet is the dew of their memory , and pleasant the balm of their recollection ! There are , indeed , impressions which neither time nor circumstances can efface.1 1 We shall here give one passage as an example , which has always ...
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actor admiration affections answer appears beauty Beggar's Opera better Cæsar Caliban character comedy common contempt Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE death delight Desdemona doth English equal Essays excited eyes Falstaff fame fancy favourite fear feeling friends genius give grace habit Hamlet hath Hazlitt heart heaven Henry honour human Iago idea imagination indifference interest Julius Cæsar king lady Lear live look lord Lycidas Macbeth Malvolio manner means Midsummer Night's Dream Milton mind moral nature never objects opinion Othello painted painter Paradise Lost passage passion persons picture play pleasure poet poetry prejudices Prince principle reason refinement Regan Richard Richard II ROMEO AND JULIET Round Table scene seems sense sentiment Shakespear shew soul speak spirit style sweet sympathy taste Tatler thee thing thought tion Titian Titus Andronicus true truth whole William Hazlitt words Wordsworth 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.