William Hogarth: Painter, Engraver, and Philosopher: Essays on the Man, the Work, and the Time

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Smith, Elder & Company, 1866 - 318 Seiten
 

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Seite 34 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Seite 26 - I was witness of, the King sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth, Cleveland, and Mazarine, &c., a French boy singing love-songs,* in that glorious gallery, whilst about twenty of the great courtiers and other dissolute persons were at Basset round a large table, a bank of at least 2000 in gold before them ; upon which two gentlemen who were with me made reflections with astonishment. Six days after was all in the dust...
Seite 70 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face ; But, when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend...
Seite 296 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way, Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad! Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad...
Seite 185 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor ; This year, a reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Seite 91 - At their wits end, like drunken men." Meantime, secure on Garraway f cliffs, A savage race, by shipwrecks fed. Lie waiting for the founder'd skiffs, And strip the bodies of the dead.
Seite 135 - Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the search; Drag forth the legal monsters into light, . Wrench from their hands Oppression's iron rod, And bid the cruel feel the pains they give.
Seite 304 - ... nor can I help thinking, but that churches, palaces, hospitals, prisons, common houses, and summer houses, might be built more in distinct characters than they are, by contriving orders suitable to each; whereas were a modern architect to build a palace in Lapland, or the West Indies, Palladio must be his guide, nor would he dare to stir a step without his book.
Seite 158 - I have not wasted the little wealth of which I was formerly possessed, in self-indulgence or vain expenses, and am not ashamed to confess that in this my old age I am poor.
Seite 71 - We are all going to Heaven, and Vandyke is of the company.

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