Table Talk: Or, Original Essays on Men and Manners, Հատոր 2H. Colburn, 1824 - 401 էջ |
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... called by Homer , hunter of shadows , himself a shade . " He was the son of Neptune ; and having lost an eye in some affray between the Gods and men , was told that if he would go to meet the rising sun , he would recover his sight . He ...
... called by Homer , hunter of shadows , himself a shade . " He was the son of Neptune ; and having lost an eye in some affray between the Gods and men , was told that if he would go to meet the rising sun , he would recover his sight . He ...
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... called him aside to whisper in his ear that he preferred the new English hexameters to his own blank verse ! - Our first of poets was one of our first of men . He was an eminent instance to prove that a poet is not another name for the ...
... called him aside to whisper in his ear that he preferred the new English hexameters to his own blank verse ! - Our first of poets was one of our first of men . He was an eminent instance to prove that a poet is not another name for the ...
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... called ) his State - Sonnets , those to Cromwell , to Fairfax , and to the younger Vane , are full of exalted praise and dignified advice . They are neither familiar nor servile . The writer knows what is due to power and to fame . He ...
... called ) his State - Sonnets , those to Cromwell , to Fairfax , and to the younger Vane , are full of exalted praise and dignified advice . They are neither familiar nor servile . The writer knows what is due to power and to fame . He ...
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... called for at a certain critical minute : the news of the morning become stale and vapid by the dinner - hour . A fresher interest is required , an appetite for the latest - stirring information is excited with the return of their meals ...
... called for at a certain critical minute : the news of the morning become stale and vapid by the dinner - hour . A fresher interest is required , an appetite for the latest - stirring information is excited with the return of their meals ...
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... called good society . The surface is every thing : we do not pierce to the core . The setting is more valuable than the jewel . Is it not so in other things as well as letters ? Is not an R. A. by the supposition a greater man in his ...
... called good society . The surface is every thing : we do not pierce to the core . The setting is more valuable than the jewel . Is it not so in other things as well as letters ? Is not an R. A. by the supposition a greater man in his ...
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Table Talk: Or, Original Essays on Men and Manners, Հատոր 2 William Hazlitt Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1824 |
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 319 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.