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We must say we think little of our author's turn for satire . His “ English Bards and
Scotch Reviewers ” is dogmatical and insolent , but without refinement or point .
He calls people names , and tries to transfix a character with an epithet , which ...
We must say we think little of our author's turn for satire . His “ English Bards and
Scotch Reviewers ” is dogmatical and insolent , but without refinement or point .
He calls people names , and tries to transfix a character with an epithet , which ...
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bear translation ) or a vamper - up of vapid cantos and Odes set to music , were
to turn pander to prescription and palliater of every dull , incorrigible abuse , it
would not be much to be wondered at or even regretted . But in Mr. Southey it
was a ...
bear translation ) or a vamper - up of vapid cantos and Odes set to music , were
to turn pander to prescription and palliater of every dull , incorrigible abuse , it
would not be much to be wondered at or even regretted . But in Mr. Southey it
was a ...
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In mere self - defence we turn against the world , when it turns against us ; brood
over the undeserved slights we receive ; and thus the genial current of the soul is
stopped , or vents itself in effusions of petulance and self - conceit .
In mere self - defence we turn against the world , when it turns against us ; brood
over the undeserved slights we receive ; and thus the genial current of the soul is
stopped , or vents itself in effusions of petulance and self - conceit .
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He frequently , in a fit of thoughtless levity , gives an unexpected turn to the
political machine , which alarms older and more experienced heads : if he was
not himself the first to get out of harm's way and cape from the danger , it would
be well !
He frequently , in a fit of thoughtless levity , gives an unexpected turn to the
political machine , which alarms older and more experienced heads : if he was
not himself the first to get out of harm's way and cape from the danger , it would
be well !
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none . people , who turn to see what weather there is in the almanac for the next
week , though it has been out in its reckoning every day of the last . Mr. Cobbett is
great in attack , not in defence : he cannot fight an up - hill battle . He will not ...
none . people , who turn to see what weather there is in the almanac for the next
week , though it has been out in its reckoning every day of the last . Mr. Cobbett is
great in attack , not in defence : he cannot fight an up - hill battle . He will not ...
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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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