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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... leave to say -this is Hazlitt all over . None has written of the workaday elements in life and time with a rarer taste , a finer relish , a stronger confidence in himself and them . Yet , in dealing with absolutes in life and time , he ...
... leave to say -this is Hazlitt all over . None has written of the workaday elements in life and time with a rarer taste , a finer relish , a stronger confidence in himself and them . Yet , in dealing with absolutes in life and time , he ...
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... leaves itself nothing worth laughing at . It holds the mirror up to nature ; and men , seeing their most striking peculiarities and defects pass in gay review before them , learn either to avoid or con- ceal them . It is not the ...
... leaves itself nothing worth laughing at . It holds the mirror up to nature ; and men , seeing their most striking peculiarities and defects pass in gay review before them , learn either to avoid or con- ceal them . It is not the ...
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... leave them to Mr. Kean's better judgment . It is to be remembered , then , that Richard was a princely villain , borne along in a sort of triumphal car of royal state , buoyed up with the hopes and privileges of his birth , reposing ...
... leave them to Mr. Kean's better judgment . It is to be remembered , then , that Richard was a princely villain , borne along in a sort of triumphal car of royal state , buoyed up with the hopes and privileges of his birth , reposing ...
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... leaves , rustling in the walks of the Thuilleries , seemed to be as much English , to be as much the same trees and grass , that I had always been used to , as the sun shining over my head was the same sun which I saw in England ; the ...
... leaves , rustling in the walks of the Thuilleries , seemed to be as much English , to be as much the same trees and grass , that I had always been used to , as the sun shining over my head was the same sun which I saw in England ; the ...
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... leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because , at that birth - time of Nature , I have always felt sweet hopes and happy wishes - which ...
... leaves in the spring , the primroses peeping out from some sheltered bank , and the innocent lambs running races on the soft green turf ; because , at that birth - time of Nature , I have always felt sweet hopes and happy wishes - which ...
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actor admiration affections answer Antony Apemantus appears beauty Beggar's Opera better Cæsar Caliban character circumstances comedy common contempt Coriolanus criticism CYMBELINE death delight Desdemona doth dream English equal Essays excited expression eyes Falstaff fame fancy 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 Leigh Hunt 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 Prince principle reason refinement Regan Richard Richard II Round Table scene seems sense sentiment Shakespear shew soul speak spirit style sweet sympathy taste Tatler thee thing thought tion Titian true truth whole William Hazlitt words Wordsworth writer
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الصفحة 282 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
الصفحة 223 - 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.
الصفحة 302 - 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.
الصفحة 29 - Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth...
الصفحة 2 - 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
الصفحة 186 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
الصفحة 164 - 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...
الصفحة 29 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
الصفحة 184 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
الصفحة 282 - All murder'd: 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...