The plain speaker: opinions on books, men, and things [by W. Hazlitt]. By W. Hazlitt, ed. by his son, Том 11851 |
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... presents itself in this anarchy of the mind is lord of the ascendant for the moment , and is driven out by the next straggling notion that comes across it . The bundles of thought are , as it were , untied , The loosened from a common ...
... presents itself in this anarchy of the mind is lord of the ascendant for the moment , and is driven out by the next straggling notion that comes across it . The bundles of thought are , as it were , untied , The loosened from a common ...
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... presents only an image of death . Hence has arisen the famous dispute , Whether the soul thinks always ? -on which Mr Locke and different writers have bestowed so much tedious and unprofitable discussion ; some maintaining that the mind ...
... presents only an image of death . Hence has arisen the famous dispute , Whether the soul thinks always ? -on which Mr Locke and different writers have bestowed so much tedious and unprofitable discussion ; some maintaining that the mind ...
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... present the night before- " We had good talk , sir ! " As a general rule , there is no conversation worth anything but between friends , or those who agree in the same leading views of a subject . No- thing was ever learnt by either ...
... present the night before- " We had good talk , sir ! " As a general rule , there is no conversation worth anything but between friends , or those who agree in the same leading views of a subject . No- thing was ever learnt by either ...
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... present something positive and singular to the mind , like Mr Douce of the Museum . Our faith in the religion of letters will not bear to be taken to pieces , and put to- gether again by caprice or accident . Leigh Hunt goes there ...
... present something positive and singular to the mind , like Mr Douce of the Museum . Our faith in the religion of letters will not bear to be taken to pieces , and put to- gether again by caprice or accident . Leigh Hunt goes there ...
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... present a desultory and slip - shod appearance , owing to this very circumstance . The same things that tell , perhaps , best , to a private circle round the fireside , are not always intelligible to the public , nor does he take pains ...
... present a desultory and slip - shod appearance , owing to this very circumstance . The same things that tell , perhaps , best , to a private circle round the fireside , are not always intelligible to the public , nor does he take pains ...
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Стр. 220 - 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.
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Стр. 120 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright. To have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mock'ry.
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Стр. 111 - 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.
Стр. 15 - As long as our Sovereign Lord the King, and his faithful subjects, the Lords and Commons of this realm — the triple cord which no man can break; the solemn, sworn, constitutional frank-pledge of this nation; the firm guarantees of each other's being, and each other's rights; the joint and several securities, each in its place and order, for every kind, and every quality of property and of dignity...
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