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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Pàgina xii
... picture of Elia , ' as a Venetian senator , ' now in the National Portrait Gallery ; yet another , the presentment of an Old Woman , which is likened to a Rembrandt . Having seen none of these things , all I can say about them is that ...
... picture of Elia , ' as a Venetian senator , ' now in the National Portrait Gallery ; yet another , the presentment of an Old Woman , which is likened to a Rembrandt . Having seen none of these things , all I can say about them is that ...
Pàgina xiii
... pictures as he took books : they might be few , but they must be good ; and , not only good but , of ( as he believed ) the best . If they were not , or if they were new , he drew them not to his heart , nor adorned the chambers of his ...
... pictures as he took books : they might be few , but they must be good ; and , not only good but , of ( as he believed ) the best . If they were not , or if they were new , he drew them not to his heart , nor adorned the chambers of his ...
Pàgina xiv
... pictures , Hazlitt generally strikes a right note.1 But the man of letters in him is inevitably first ; and ' tis ... picture through stained gass knew not much more about pictures than Cher of , but had not read . * se Stoddart ; she ...
... pictures , Hazlitt generally strikes a right note.1 But the man of letters in him is inevitably first ; and ' tis ... picture through stained gass knew not much more about pictures than Cher of , but had not read . * se Stoddart ; she ...
Pàgina 9
... picture of the family of an old acquaintance , in which the children run to let Mr. Bickerstaff in at the door , and the one that loses the race that way turns back to tell the father that he is come , —with the nice gradation of ...
... picture of the family of an old acquaintance , in which the children run to let Mr. Bickerstaff in at the door , and the one that loses the race that way turns back to tell the father that he is come , —with the nice gradation of ...
Pàgina 12
... pictures , because we have no faces proper for them . It is , indeed , the evident tendency of all literature to generalise and dissipate character , by giving men the same artificial education , and the same common stock of ideas ; so ...
... pictures , because we have no faces proper for them . It is , indeed , the evident tendency of all literature to generalise and dissipate character , by giving men the same artificial education , and the same common stock of ideas ; so ...
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The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
The Collected Works of William Hazlitt: The Round table. Characters of ... William Hazlitt Visualització completa - 1902 |
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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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 29 - Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth ! And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth...
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...