Elements of Criticism, Zväzok 1M. Carey, 1816 |
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Strana 306
... Hudibras , Part II . canto i . Irony turns things into ridicule in a peculiar manner ; it consists in laughing at a man under dis- guise of appearing to praise or speak well of him . Swift affords us many illustrious examples of that ...
... Hudibras , Part II . canto i . Irony turns things into ridicule in a peculiar manner ; it consists in laughing at a man under dis- guise of appearing to praise or speak well of him . Swift affords us many illustrious examples of that ...
Strana 312
... Hudibras , Canto i . Wit is of all the most elegant recreation : the image enters the mind with gaiety , and gives a sud- den flash , which is extremely pleasant . Wit there- by gently elevates without straining , raises mirth without ...
... Hudibras , Canto i . Wit is of all the most elegant recreation : the image enters the mind with gaiety , and gives a sud- den flash , which is extremely pleasant . Wit there- by gently elevates without straining , raises mirth without ...
Strana 315
... Hudibras , Canto I. Le bon de cette profession est , qu'il y a parmi les morts une honnêteté , une discrétion la plus grande du monde ; ja- mais on n'en voit se plaindre du médecin qui l'a tué . Le medecin malgré lui . Admirez les ...
... Hudibras , Canto I. Le bon de cette profession est , qu'il y a parmi les morts une honnêteté , une discrétion la plus grande du monde ; ja- mais on n'en voit se plaindre du médecin qui l'a tué . Le medecin malgré lui . Admirez les ...
Strana 316
... Hudibras , Canto i . But Hudibras gave him a twitch , As quick as lightning , in the breech , Just in the place where honour's lodg'd , As wise philosophers have judg'd ; Because a kick in that part , more Hurts honour , than deep ...
... Hudibras , Canto i . But Hudibras gave him a twitch , As quick as lightning , in the breech , Just in the place where honour's lodg'd , As wise philosophers have judg'd ; Because a kick in that part , more Hurts honour , than deep ...
Strana 320
... Hudibras , Canto ii . To whom the knight with comely grace Put off his hat to put his case , Ibid . part III . Canto iii ,. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; A Here thou , great ...
... Hudibras , Canto ii . To whom the knight with comely grace Put off his hat to put his case , Ibid . part III . Canto iii ,. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants , and of nymphs at home ; A Here thou , great ...
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Strana 69 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Strana 174 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 225 - God save the mark ! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on Earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Strana 181 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Strana 396 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Strana 122 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Strana 383 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Strana 224 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Strana 224 - But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Strana 227 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.