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William Hazlitt. ought not to be a bad poet . Such poetry as a man deliber- ately writes , such , and such only will he like . Dr. John- son's Preface to his edition of Shakspeare looks like a labo rious attempt to bury the ...
William Hazlitt. ought not to be a bad poet . Such poetry as a man deliber- ately writes , such , and such only will he like . Dr. John- son's Preface to his edition of Shakspeare looks like a labo rious attempt to bury the ...
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... poet what the painter of stili life is to the painter of history . Common sense sympa- thizes with the impressions of things on ordinary minds in ordinary circumstances : genius catches the glancing com- binations presented to the eye ...
... poet what the painter of stili life is to the painter of history . Common sense sympa- thizes with the impressions of things on ordinary minds in ordinary circumstances : genius catches the glancing com- binations presented to the eye ...
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... poet can engraft upon traditional belief . The castle of Macbeth , round which " the air smells wooingly " and where the temple - haunting martlet builds , " has a real subsistence in the mind ; the Weird Sisters meet us in person on ...
... poet can engraft upon traditional belief . The castle of Macbeth , round which " the air smells wooingly " and where the temple - haunting martlet builds , " has a real subsistence in the mind ; the Weird Sisters meet us in person on ...
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... poet are lifeless , unsubstantial , and vapid . If some modern critics are right with their sweeping generalities and vague ab- stractions , Shakspeare was quite wrong . In the French dra- matists only the class is represented , never ...
... poet are lifeless , unsubstantial , and vapid . If some modern critics are right with their sweeping generalities and vague ab- stractions , Shakspeare was quite wrong . In the French dra- matists only the class is represented , never ...
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... poet cannot be supposed to have been distinctly aware of the operation of the springs by which his imagination was set at work yet every one of the results is brought out with a truth and clearness , as if his whole study had been ...
... poet cannot be supposed to have been distinctly aware of the operation of the springs by which his imagination was set at work yet every one of the results is brought out with a truth and clearness , as if his whole study had been ...
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Page 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Page 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Page 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Page 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Page 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Page 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?