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... taking no more notice of him than if such an individual had never existed ; he is
to all ordinary intents and purposes dead and buried ; but the author of Political
Justice and of Caleb Williams can never die , his name is an abstraction in letters
...
... taking no more notice of him than if such an individual had never existed ; he is
to all ordinary intents and purposes dead and buried ; but the author of Political
Justice and of Caleb Williams can never die , his name is an abstraction in letters
...
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He would never write another page , if it were not to court popular applause , or to
affect a superiority over it . In this respect also , Lord Byron presents a striking
contrast to Sir Walter Scott . The latter takes what part of the public favour falls to ...
He would never write another page , if it were not to court popular applause , or to
affect a superiority over it . In this respect also , Lord Byron presents a striking
contrast to Sir Walter Scott . The latter takes what part of the public favour falls to ...
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that is ever the variety and aptness of his illustrations . His pen is never at a loss ,
never stands still ; and would dazzle for this reason alone , like an eye in motion .
Mr. Jeffrey is far from a flowery or affected writer ; he has few tropes or figures ...
that is ever the variety and aptness of his illustrations . His pen is never at a loss ,
never stands still ; and would dazzle for this reason alone , like an eye in motion .
Mr. Jeffrey is far from a flowery or affected writer ; he has few tropes or figures ...
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Others boggle or are at fault in their career , or give back at a pinch , they split into
different factions , have various objects to distract them , their private friendships
or antipathies stand in their way ; but he has never flinched , never gone back ...
Others boggle or are at fault in their career , or give back at a pinch , they split into
different factions , have various objects to distract them , their private friendships
or antipathies stand in their way ; but he has never flinched , never gone back ...
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He is one of those writers who can never tire us — not even of himself ; and the
reason is , he is always “ full of matter . ” He never runs to lees , never gives us
the vapid leavings of himself , is never weary , stale , and unprofitable , ” but
always ...
He is one of those writers who can never tire us — not even of himself ; and the
reason is , he is always “ full of matter . ” He never runs to lees , never gives us
the vapid leavings of himself , is never weary , stale , and unprofitable , ” but
always ...
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| Назва | The Spirit of the Age: Or, Contemporary Portraits ..., Том 1 |
| Автор | William Hazlitt |
| Видання | 2 |
| Видавець | H. Colburn, 1825 |
| Оригінал із | Мічиганський університет |
| Оцифровано | 15 трав. 2008 |
| Обсяг | 424 стор. |
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