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His eye is quick and lively ; but it glances not from object to object , but from
thought to thought . . He is evidently a man occupied with some train of fine and
inward association . He regards the people about him no more than the flies of a
...
His eye is quick and lively ; but it glances not from object to object , but from
thought to thought . . He is evidently a man occupied with some train of fine and
inward association . He regards the people about him no more than the flies of a
...
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His friend thought that the point was here palpable enough : but when he came to
read the printed volume , he found it thus transposed : “ Every man's house is his
castle . And why is it called so ? Is it because it is defended by a wall , because ...
His friend thought that the point was here palpable enough : but when he came to
read the printed volume , he found it thus transposed : “ Every man's house is his
castle . And why is it called so ? Is it because it is defended by a wall , because ...
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Mr. Coleridge has “ a mind reflecting ages past : " his voice is like the echo of the
congregated roar of the “ dark rearward and abyss ” of thought . He who has seen
a mouldering tower by the side of a chrystal lake , hid by the mist , but glittering ...
Mr. Coleridge has “ a mind reflecting ages past : " his voice is like the echo of the
congregated roar of the “ dark rearward and abyss ” of thought . He who has seen
a mouldering tower by the side of a chrystal lake , hid by the mist , but glittering ...
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Hardly a gleam is to be found in it of the brilliancy and richness of those stores of
thought and language that he pours out incessantly , when they are lost like
drops of water in the ground . The principal work , in which he has attempted to ...
Hardly a gleam is to be found in it of the brilliancy and richness of those stores of
thought and language that he pours out incessantly , when they are lost like
drops of water in the ground . The principal work , in which he has attempted to ...
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Mr. Irving wants the continuity of thought and manner which distinguishes his
rival — and shines by patches and in bursts . He does not warm or acquire
increasing force or rapidity with his progress . He is never hurried away by a
deep or lofty ...
Mr. Irving wants the continuity of thought and manner which distinguishes his
rival — and shines by patches and in bursts . He does not warm or acquire
increasing force or rapidity with his progress . He is never hurried away by a
deep or lofty ...
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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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