Table Talk: Opinions on Books, Men, and ThingsWiley & Putnam, 1846 |
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Strana 4
... never think of the final payment of our great debt to nature . Art we know is long , life we flatter ourselves should be so too . We see no end of the difficulties and delays we have to encounter : perfection is slow of attainment , and ...
... never think of the final payment of our great debt to nature . Art we know is long , life we flatter ourselves should be so too . We see no end of the difficulties and delays we have to encounter : perfection is slow of attainment , and ...
Strana 6
... never As we grow old , our sense of the value of time becomes vivid . Nothing else indeed seems of any consequence . cease wondering that that which has ever been should cease to be . We find many things remain the same : why then ...
... never As we grow old , our sense of the value of time becomes vivid . Nothing else indeed seems of any consequence . cease wondering that that which has ever been should cease to be . We find many things remain the same : why then ...
Strana 12
... never felt ! " I have been told that these were nearly the very words , except that he appealed to the mens conscia recti very emphatically three or four times over , by an excellent authority , Mr. Matthews the player , who was on the ...
... never felt ! " I have been told that these were nearly the very words , except that he appealed to the mens conscia recti very emphatically three or four times over , by an excellent authority , Mr. Matthews the player , who was on the ...
Strana 19
... never knew but one man who would lend his money freely and fearlessly in spite of circumstances ( if you were likely to pay him , he grew peevish , and would pick a quarrel with you ) . I can only account for this from a certain ...
... never knew but one man who would lend his money freely and fearlessly in spite of circumstances ( if you were likely to pay him , he grew peevish , and would pick a quarrel with you ) . I can only account for this from a certain ...
Strana 21
... never despicable , but takes an heroical aspect . What are the begging friars ? Have they not put their base feet upon the necks of princes ? Money as a luxury is valuable only as a passport to respect . It is one instrument of power ...
... never despicable , but takes an heroical aspect . What are the begging friars ? Have they not put their base feet upon the necks of princes ? Money as a luxury is valuable only as a passport to respect . It is one instrument of power ...
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Table Talk: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things (Classic Reprint) William Hazlitt Náhled není k dispozici. - 2019 |
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Strana 72 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed (') my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Strana 193 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that. You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house ; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Strana 32 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strana 228 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Strana 30 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
Strana 241 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler...
Strana 73 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, — But let us part fair foes ; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, — hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing ; I would also deem O'er others...
Strana 88 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Strana 66 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness ; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Strana 6 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...