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They have neither action , character , nor interest , but are a sort of gossamer
tragedies , spun out , and glittering , and spreading a flimsy veil over the face of
nature . Yet he spins them on . Of all that he has done in this way the Heaven and
...
They have neither action , character , nor interest , but are a sort of gossamer
tragedies , spun out , and glittering , and spreading a flimsy veil over the face of
nature . Yet he spins them on . Of all that he has done in this way the Heaven and
...
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They have been laid down beforehand in a sort of formal division or frame - work
of the understanding ; and the connexion between the premises and the
conclusion , between one branch of a subject and another , is made out in a
bungling ...
They have been laid down beforehand in a sort of formal division or frame - work
of the understanding ; and the connexion between the premises and the
conclusion , between one branch of a subject and another , is made out in a
bungling ...
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in this sort of petty warfare . He is tetchy and impatient of contradiction ; sore with
wounded pride ; angry at obvious faults , more angry at unforeseen beauties . He
has the chalk - stones in his understanding , and from being used to long ...
in this sort of petty warfare . He is tetchy and impatient of contradiction ; sore with
wounded pride ; angry at obvious faults , more angry at unforeseen beauties . He
has the chalk - stones in his understanding , and from being used to long ...
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exercises a sort of interjectional criticism on what excites his spleen , his envy , or
his wonder , and hurls his meagre anathemas ex cathedrâ at all those writers
who are indifferent alike to his precepts and his example ! Mr. Gifford , in short , is
...
exercises a sort of interjectional criticism on what excites his spleen , his envy , or
his wonder , and hurls his meagre anathemas ex cathedrâ at all those writers
who are indifferent alike to his precepts and his example ! Mr. Gifford , in short , is
...
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Irish oratory , on the contrary , is a sort of aëronaut : it is always going up in a
balloon , and breaking its neck , or coming down in the parachute . It is filled full
with gaseous matter , with whim and fancy , with alliteration and antithesis , with ...
Irish oratory , on the contrary , is a sort of aëronaut : it is always going up in a
balloon , and breaking its neck , or coming down in the parachute . It is filled full
with gaseous matter , with whim and fancy , with alliteration and antithesis , with ...
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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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