The Plain Speaker: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things, Band 1Henry Colburn, 1826 - 472 Seiten |
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... mixed modes , abstract ideas , and his fancy ( or poetry , if you will ) was ingrafted ont these artificially , and as it might sometimes be thought , violently , instead of growing na- turally ON THE PROSE - STYLE OF POETS . 15.
... mixed modes , abstract ideas , and his fancy ( or poetry , if you will ) was ingrafted ont these artificially , and as it might sometimes be thought , violently , instead of growing na- turally ON THE PROSE - STYLE OF POETS . 15.
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Opinions on Books, Men, and Things William Hazlitt. be thought , violently , instead of growing na- turally out of them , as it would spring of its own accord from individual objects and feel- ings . There is a resistance in the matter ...
Opinions on Books, Men, and Things William Hazlitt. be thought , violently , instead of growing na- turally out of them , as it would spring of its own accord from individual objects and feel- ings . There is a resistance in the matter ...
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... thought should instantly grapple with its fellow . There must be a weight , a precision , a conformity from association in the tropes and figures of animated prose to fit them to their place in the argument , and make them tell , which ...
... thought should instantly grapple with its fellow . There must be a weight , a precision , a conformity from association in the tropes and figures of animated prose to fit them to their place in the argument , and make them tell , which ...
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... the vehemence , the remoteness , the aptitude , the perfect pecu- liarity and coincidence of the allusion . No writer would ever have thought of it but him- self ; no reader can ever forget it . What 20 ON THE PROSE - STYLE OF POETS .
... the vehemence , the remoteness , the aptitude , the perfect pecu- liarity and coincidence of the allusion . No writer would ever have thought of it but him- self ; no reader can ever forget it . What 20 ON THE PROSE - STYLE OF POETS .
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... thoughts are free . I think the poet - laureat is a much better prose - writer . His style has an antique quaint- ness , with a modern familiarity . He has just sufficient sprinkling of archaisms , of allusions to old Fuller 26 ON THE ...
... thoughts are free . I think the poet - laureat is a much better prose - writer . His style has an antique quaint- ness , with a modern familiarity . He has just sufficient sprinkling of archaisms , of allusions to old Fuller 26 ON THE ...
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Seite 144 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 145 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours ; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : the welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Seite 171 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Seite 411 - And time and place are lost: where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. For Hot, Cold, Moist, and Dry, four champions fierce Strive here for mastery...
Seite 145 - ... hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Seite 406 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise ; Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, 'Women and fools must like him, or he dies : Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Seite 320 - Your worth and virtue ; and, as I did grow More and more apprehensive, I did thirst To see the man so praised. But yet all this Was but a maiden-longing, to be lost As soon as found ; till, sitting in my window, Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, I thought, (but it was you,) enter our gates : My blood flew out and back again, as fast As I had puffed it forth and sucked it in Like breath : then was I called away in haste To entertain you.
Seite 293 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Seite 135 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion ; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 144 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by And leave YOU hindmost : Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'errun and trampled on : then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours.