Lectures chiefly on the dramatic literature of the age of ElizabethJ.B. Lippincott, 1821 - Всего страниц: 218 |
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... manners rise , and all the cumbrous " pomp of elder days ” vanishes , and is lost in worse than Gothic darkness . Pavilioned in the glittering pride of our superficial accomplishments and upstart pretensions , we fancy that every thing ...
... manners rise , and all the cumbrous " pomp of elder days ” vanishes , and is lost in worse than Gothic darkness . Pavilioned in the glittering pride of our superficial accomplishments and upstart pretensions , we fancy that every thing ...
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... manner in which they operated to mould and stamp the poetry of the country at the period of which I have to treat ; independently of incidental and fortuitous causes , for which there is no accounting , but which , after all , have ...
... manner in which they operated to mould and stamp the poetry of the country at the period of which I have to treat ; independently of incidental and fortuitous causes , for which there is no accounting , but which , after all , have ...
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... manners and literature of the age . For to leave more disput- able points , and take only the historical parts of ... manner in which he has treated it , imbued and impreg- nated with the spirit of the time of which we speak . Or what ...
... manners and literature of the age . For to leave more disput- able points , and take only the historical parts of ... manner in which he has treated it , imbued and impreg- nated with the spirit of the time of which we speak . Or what ...
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... manners might be said to en- large the bounds of knowledge , and new mines of wealth were tumbled at our feet . It is from a voyage to the Straits of Magellan that Shake- spear has taken the hint of Prospero's Enchanted Island , and of ...
... manners might be said to en- large the bounds of knowledge , and new mines of wealth were tumbled at our feet . It is from a voyage to the Straits of Magellan that Shake- spear has taken the hint of Prospero's Enchanted Island , and of ...
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... manners and opinions , and all their effects on the passions of terror or pity might be gathered from common and actual observation - might be discerned in the workings of the face , the expres- sions of the tongue , the writhings of a ...
... manners and opinions , and all their effects on the passions of terror or pity might be gathered from common and actual observation - might be discerned in the workings of the face , the expres- sions of the tongue , the writhings of a ...
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Lectures Chiefly on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth (1821) William Hazlitt Недоступно для просмотра - 2009 |
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.