Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Том 1 |
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... had quite enough of what was panegyrical in it to do him justice . But more
readers might have mistaken the object of it , than was desirable ; and Mr. Hazlitt
is ready enough , at all times , to save others the necessity of exhibiting his
defects .
... had quite enough of what was panegyrical in it to do him justice . But more
readers might have mistaken the object of it , than was desirable ; and Mr. Hazlitt
is ready enough , at all times , to save others the necessity of exhibiting his
defects .
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The sole object is to put the book down ; to put it down , —not because there is
nothing in it , or it is not true , ( for the Reviewer could as little write it , as he could
imitate the truth of it , ) but because it is full of a sincerity and speculation equally
...
The sole object is to put the book down ; to put it down , —not because there is
nothing in it , or it is not true , ( for the Reviewer could as little write it , as he could
imitate the truth of it , ) but because it is full of a sincerity and speculation equally
...
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He had no love for the object of it , or he would never have written upon her in so
different a style afterwards . Indeed , I do not believe that he ever had the good
fortune of knowing what real love is . - meaning by love the desire that is
ennobled ...
He had no love for the object of it , or he would never have written upon her in so
different a style afterwards . Indeed , I do not believe that he ever had the good
fortune of knowing what real love is . - meaning by love the desire that is
ennobled ...
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In his hand was a tobacco - box , from which he helped himself like unto a
shipman , but for a different purpose ; his object being to restrain the pinguifying
impulses of hunger . Perhaps also he thought it good for the teeth . We then
lounged ...
In his hand was a tobacco - box , from which he helped himself like unto a
shipman , but for a different purpose ; his object being to restrain the pinguifying
impulses of hunger . Perhaps also he thought it good for the teeth . We then
lounged ...
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It was thought that Mr. Shelley's co - operation would have hurt the magazine ;
and so it might in a degree ; till the public became too much interested to object to
it ; but Mr. Shelley was dead , and people were already beginning to hear good of
...
It was thought that Mr. Shelley's co - operation would have hurt the magazine ;
and so it might in a degree ; till the public became too much interested to object to
it ; but Mr. Shelley was dead , and people were already beginning to hear good of
...
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