Elements of Criticism, Volum 1A. Miller, London; and A. Kincaid & J. Bell, Edinburgh, 1762 |
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Pàgina 12
... of mind , where every virtue in a companion or neighbour , is , by refinement of taste , fet in its ftrong- eft light ; and defects or blemishes , natu- Pride , ral ral to all , are fuppreffed , or kept out 12 INTRODUCTION .
... of mind , where every virtue in a companion or neighbour , is , by refinement of taste , fet in its ftrong- eft light ; and defects or blemishes , natu- Pride , ral ral to all , are fuppreffed , or kept out 12 INTRODUCTION .
Pàgina 78
... light Did all the chivalry of England move , To do brave acts . He was indeed the glass , Wherein the noble youth did drefs themselves . He had no legs that practis'd not his gait : And speaking thick , which Nature made his ble- mish ...
... light Did all the chivalry of England move , To do brave acts . He was indeed the glass , Wherein the noble youth did drefs themselves . He had no legs that practis'd not his gait : And speaking thick , which Nature made his ble- mish ...
Pàgina 114
... light , by oppofing ideal prefence to ideas raised by a curfory narrative ; which ideas being faint , obfcure , and imperfect , occupy the mind fo little as to folicit reflection . And ac- cordingly , cordingly , a curt narrative of ...
... light , by oppofing ideal prefence to ideas raised by a curfory narrative ; which ideas being faint , obfcure , and imperfect , occupy the mind fo little as to folicit reflection . And ac- cordingly , cordingly , a curt narrative of ...
Pàgina 160
... and wild , The feat of defolation , void of light , Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Cafts pale and dreadful ? Many Many other paffages in this justly celebrated poem produce the 160 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . Ch.II.
... and wild , The feat of defolation , void of light , Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Cafts pale and dreadful ? Many Many other paffages in this justly celebrated poem produce the 160 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . Ch.II.
Pàgina 171
... lights . Thus a mi- stress may at once be the object both of love and refentment . Her beauty inflames the paffion of love : her cruelty or inconftancy causes refentment . When two fuch paffions coexift in the fame breaft , the ...
... lights . Thus a mi- stress may at once be the object both of love and refentment . Her beauty inflames the paffion of love : her cruelty or inconftancy causes refentment . When two fuch paffions coexift in the fame breaft , the ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
action Æneid againſt agreeable alfo alſo appears arifing arts beauty becauſe betwixt Cæfar cafe caufe cauſe chap circumſtances colour compariſon connected contraft courfe courſe defcribing defcription defire diſagreeable diſcover diſtinct diſtinguiſhed diſtreſs effect elevation emotion raiſed expreffion faid fame fcarce feeling fenfe fenfible fentiment feparately fhall fhort fhould figure fimilar fimplicity fingle fingular fion firft firſt fize fmall focial fome fometimes foon fpectator ftill fubject fublime fucceffion fuch fufficient fuperior furpriſe fwell grandeur gratification hath himſelf Iago impreffion increaſe inftances itſelf ject lefs leſs meaſure mind moſt motion mufic muft muſt myſelf nature neceffary novelty obfcurity obfervation objects of fight occafion oppofite Othello paffage paffion perceptions perfon pleaſant emotion pleaſure prefent principle produce produceth puniſhment purpoſe qualities reafon reflection regularity reliſh remarkable reſemblance riety rifible ſcarce Sejanus ſhall ſmall ſtill ſtrong tafte taſte thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe tion uniformity uſe variety
Passatges populars
Pàgina 188 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Pàgina 87 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 94 - This to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house affairs would draw her thence; Which ever as she could with haste despatch, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart...
Pàgina 193 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Pàgina 188 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 352 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Pàgina 179 - I'll smell it on the tree. — • [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Pàgina 179 - Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Pàgina 188 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Pàgina 86 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...