The Miscellaneous Works, Том 2H.C. Baird, 1854 |
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... beauty was a fault ; for it appeared to him like an excrescence ; and his imagination was dazzled by the blaze of light . His writings neither shone with the beams of native genius , nor reflected them . The shifting shapes of fancy ...
... beauty was a fault ; for it appeared to him like an excrescence ; and his imagination was dazzled by the blaze of light . His writings neither shone with the beams of native genius , nor reflected them . The shifting shapes of fancy ...
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... beauty of the passages here referred to . A stately common - place , such as Con- greve's description of a ruin in The Mourning Bride , would have answered Johnson's purpose just as well , or better than the first ; and an ...
... beauty of the passages here referred to . A stately common - place , such as Con- greve's description of a ruin in The Mourning Bride , would have answered Johnson's purpose just as well , or better than the first ; and an ...
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... beauty ; and to any one , not feeling the full force of that epithet , which suggests an image like " the sleepy eye of love , " the allusion to " the lids of Juno's eyes " must appear extravagant and unmeaning . Shak- speare's fancy ...
... beauty ; and to any one , not feeling the full force of that epithet , which suggests an image like " the sleepy eye of love , " the allusion to " the lids of Juno's eyes " must appear extravagant and unmeaning . Shak- speare's fancy ...
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... beauty is excited with as little conscious- ness as possible on her part . There are two delicious descrip- tions given of her , one when she is asleep , and one when she is supposed dead . Arviragus thus addresses her- - " With fairest ...
... beauty is excited with as little conscious- ness as possible on her part . There are two delicious descrip- tions given of her , one when she is asleep , and one when she is supposed dead . Arviragus thus addresses her- - " With fairest ...
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William Hazlitt. There is a moral sense in the proud beauty of this last image , a rich surfeit of the fancy , -as that well - known passage begin . ning , " Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained , and prayed me oft forbearance ...
William Hazlitt. There is a moral sense in the proud beauty of this last image , a rich surfeit of the fancy , -as that well - known passage begin . ning , " Me of my lawful pleasure she restrained , and prayed me oft forbearance ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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?