Lectures chiefly on the dramatic literature of the age of ElizabethJ.B. Lippincott, 1821 - 218 páginas |
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... genius of Great Britain ( if I may so speak without offence or flattery ) , never shone out fuller or brighter , or looked more like itself , than at this period . Our writers and great men had something in them that savoured of the ...
... genius of Great Britain ( if I may so speak without offence or flattery ) , never shone out fuller or brighter , or looked more like itself , than at this period . Our writers and great men had something in them that savoured of the ...
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... genius at random , and at long fitful intervals , amidst the painted gew- gaws and foreign frippery of the reign of Charles II . and from which we are only now re- covering the scattered fragments and broken images to erect a temple to ...
... genius at random , and at long fitful intervals , amidst the painted gew- gaws and foreign frippery of the reign of Charles II . and from which we are only now re- covering the scattered fragments and broken images to erect a temple to ...
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... Genius , " restraining my own admiration within reasonable bounds ! There is not a lower ambition , a poorer way of thought , than that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to the present , or modern ...
... Genius , " restraining my own admiration within reasonable bounds ! There is not a lower ambition , a poorer way of thought , than that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to the present , or modern ...
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... genius , as the net produce age we live in , and and clear reversion of the that all we have to do to be great , is to despise those who have gone before us as nothing . Or even if we admit a saving clause in this 8 GENERAL VIEW OF THE ...
... genius , as the net produce age we live in , and and clear reversion of the that all we have to do to be great , is to despise those who have gone before us as nothing . Or even if we admit a saving clause in this 8 GENERAL VIEW OF THE ...
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... genius , estranges the mind from the history of our own literature , and makes it in each successive age like a book sealed . The Greek and Roman classics are a sort of privileged text - books , the standing order of the day , in a ...
... genius , estranges the mind from the history of our own literature , and makes it in each successive age like a book sealed . The Greek and Roman classics are a sort of privileged text - books , the standing order of the day , in a ...
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Lectures Chiefly on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth (1821) William Hazlitt Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
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Página 27 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Página 254 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
Página 298 - But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death makes a folly of posthumous memory. God who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration ; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous...
Página 222 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Página 253 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Página 294 - ... to subsist in bones, and be but pyramidally extant, is a fallacy in duration. Vain ashes, which, in the oblivion of names, persons, times, and sexes, have found unto themselves a fruitless continuation, and only arise unto late posterity as emblems of mortal vanities, antidotes against pride, vainglory, and madding vices!
Página 257 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 53 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Página 224 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 59 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.