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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... friend of Mary 1 Leigh Hunt said that he was the best art critic that ever lived that to read him was like seeing a picture through stained glass , and so forth . But Leigh Hunt knew not much more about pictures than Coleridge knew ...
... friend of Mary 1 Leigh Hunt said that he was the best art critic that ever lived that to read him was like seeing a picture through stained glass , and so forth . But Leigh Hunt knew not much more about pictures than Coleridge knew ...
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... friends he had , made himself a reputation by writing in papers and magazines , drank hard , and cured himself of drinking , and long ere the end came found his wife insufferable . In the beginning he worked in the Reporters ' Gallery ...
... friends he had , made himself a reputation by writing in papers and magazines , drank hard , and cured himself of drinking , and long ere the end came found his wife insufferable . In the beginning he worked in the Reporters ' Gallery ...
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... friends as Patmore , the half of it , I think , has to be told to us . This was not his fault , for he was in no ... friend- ship with Lamb , and well nigh cost him the far more facile regard of Leigh Hunt ; while , as for Byron , he so ...
... friends as Patmore , the half of it , I think , has to be told to us . This was not his fault , for he was in no ... friend- ship with Lamb , and well nigh cost him the far more facile regard of Leigh Hunt ; while , as for Byron , he so ...
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... friends , both dead , of whom one , an artist in letters , lived to conquer the English- speaking world , while the second , who should , I think , have been the greater writer , addicted himself to another art , took to letters late in ...
... friends , both dead , of whom one , an artist in letters , lived to conquer the English- speaking world , while the second , who should , I think , have been the greater writer , addicted himself to another art , took to letters late in ...
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... friend , Mr. Hunt , to publish a series of papers in the Examiner , in the manner of the early periodical Essayists ... friends promised their assistance ; but the essence of the work was to be miscellaneous . The next thing was to fix ...
... friend , Mr. Hunt , to publish a series of papers in the Examiner , in the manner of the early periodical Essayists ... friends promised their assistance ; but the essence of the work was to be miscellaneous . The next thing was to fix ...
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Página 241 - And thus still doing thus he pass'd along. Duchess. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while? Yorh. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried God save him...
Página 220 - 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.
Página 28 - 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 192 - 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 234 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 167 - 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...
Página 233 - 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 6 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Página 159 - Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 216 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.