Table Talk: Or, Original Essays on Men and Manners, Volum 2H. Colburn, 1824 - 401 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... beauty starts to view . One might think that one year's prodigal display of such perfection would exhaust the labours of one man's life ; but the next year , and the next to that , we find another harvest reaped and gathered in to the ...
... beauty starts to view . One might think that one year's prodigal display of such perfection would exhaust the labours of one man's life ; but the next year , and the next to that , we find another harvest reaped and gathered in to the ...
Pàgina 22
... beauty of Milton's Sonnets is their sin- cerity , the spirit of poetical patriotism which they breathe . Either Milton's or the living bard's are defective in this respect . There is no Sonnet of Milton's on the Restoration of Charles ...
... beauty of Milton's Sonnets is their sin- cerity , the spirit of poetical patriotism which they breathe . Either Milton's or the living bard's are defective in this respect . There is no Sonnet of Milton's on the Restoration of Charles ...
Pàgina 26
... beauty at an earlier age might be sup- posed naturally enough to lead . Of the po- litical or ( what may be called ) his State - Sonnets , those to Cromwell , to Fairfax , and to the younger Vane , are full of exalted praise and ...
... beauty at an earlier age might be sup- posed naturally enough to lead . Of the po- litical or ( what may be called ) his State - Sonnets , those to Cromwell , to Fairfax , and to the younger Vane , are full of exalted praise and ...
Pàgina 48
... beauty or grandeur . We pass on , and think no more of it : the horizon that shuts it from our sight , also blots it from our memory like a dream . In travelling through a wild barren country , I can form no idea of a woody and ...
... beauty or grandeur . We pass on , and think no more of it : the horizon that shuts it from our sight , also blots it from our memory like a dream . In travelling through a wild barren country , I can form no idea of a woody and ...
Pàgina 131
... little interjections and con- tortions of phrase : -cry Pish at a lucky hit , and Hem at a fault , are smart on personal de- fects , and sneer at " Beauty out of favour and on crutches " -are thrown into an ague - fit K 2 ON CRITICISM .
... little interjections and con- tortions of phrase : -cry Pish at a lucky hit , and Hem at a fault , are smart on personal de- fects , and sneer at " Beauty out of favour and on crutches " -are thrown into an ague - fit K 2 ON CRITICISM .
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Table Talk: Or, Original Essays on Men and Manners, Volum 2 William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1824 |
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Pàgina 224 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Pàgina 27 - God's trophies, and His work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Pàgina 30 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Pàgina 62 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Pàgina 319 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Pàgina 21 - Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the...
Pàgina 26 - Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud Hast rear'd God's trophies and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureat wreath.
Pàgina 27 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Pàgina 27 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Pàgina 29 - The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.