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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... poet's eye , the poet's mouth , the poet's voice , impulse , authority , style ; he had already fed on honey - dew , and drunk the milk of Paradise ' ; and he carried Hazlitt clean off his legs . To the sombre , personal , scarce ...
... poet's eye , the poet's mouth , the poet's voice , impulse , authority , style ; he had already fed on honey - dew , and drunk the milk of Paradise ' ; and he carried Hazlitt clean off his legs . To the sombre , personal , scarce ...
الصفحة xi
... poet of the century is the ' gentlemanly creature - reads nothing but his own poetry , I believe , ' - whose best ... poetry . But if literature came late to him , as ( his father's office and his own metaphysical inklings aiding ) it ...
... poet of the century is the ' gentlemanly creature - reads nothing but his own poetry , I believe , ' - whose best ... poetry . But if literature came late to him , as ( his father's office and his own metaphysical inklings aiding ) it ...
الصفحة xvii
... poet , and he cherished and made the most he could of his resentment against Coleridge and Wordsworth , though his ... poetry . ' Twas much the same in life . Poor Mrs. Hazlitt , though she was well - read , of no account as an house ...
... poet , and he cherished and made the most he could of his resentment against Coleridge and Wordsworth , though his ... poetry . ' Twas much the same in life . Poor Mrs. Hazlitt , though she was well - read , of no account as an house ...
الصفحة xxi
... poetry ; none to Sheridan , who never oped his mouth but out there flew ' a jest ; none to Lamb , who- But no ; I cannot imagine Lamb in talk . Hazlitt himself has plucked out only a tag or two of Lamb's mystery ; and I own that , even ...
... poetry ; none to Sheridan , who never oped his mouth but out there flew ' a jest ; none to Lamb , who- But no ; I cannot imagine Lamb in talk . Hazlitt himself has plucked out only a tag or two of Lamb's mystery ; and I own that , even ...
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... poetry ? and we have heard the argument carried on almost like a parody on Falstaff's reasoning about Honour . Can it set a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Poetry hath no skill in surgery then ? No ...
... poetry ? and we have heard the argument carried on almost like a parody on Falstaff's reasoning about Honour . Can it set a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Poetry hath no skill in surgery then ? No ...
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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...