The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt, Том 2Smith, Elder, 1850 |
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... I have met with , was highly indicative of his character . His figure was good and manly , inclining to the robust ; and his countenance extremely frank and cordial ; sweet without weakness . I have been told he was irascible D 2.
... I have met with , was highly indicative of his character . His figure was good and manly , inclining to the robust ; and his countenance extremely frank and cordial ; sweet without weakness . I have been told he was irascible D 2.
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Leigh Hunt. without weakness . I have been told he was irascible . If so , it must have been no common offence that could have irritated him . He had not a jot of it in his appearance . Another set of acquaintances which I made at this ...
Leigh Hunt. without weakness . I have been told he was irascible . If so , it must have been no common offence that could have irritated him . He had not a jot of it in his appearance . Another set of acquaintances which I made at this ...
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... told me , that Mr. Fuseli coming in one night , when a solitary candle had been put on the floor in a corner of the room , to produce some effect or other , he said it looked " like a damned soul . " This was by way of being Dantesque ...
... told me , that Mr. Fuseli coming in one night , when a solitary candle had been put on the floor in a corner of the room , to produce some effect or other , he said it looked " like a damned soul . " This was by way of being Dantesque ...
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... praised for one of his pictures , he would modestly observe , " It is a pretty colour . " This might have been thought a jest on his part , if remarkable stories FUSELI . 39 were not told of the mistakes made 38 LIFE OF LEIGH HUNT .
... praised for one of his pictures , he would modestly observe , " It is a pretty colour . " This might have been thought a jest on his part , if remarkable stories FUSELI . 39 were not told of the mistakes made 38 LIFE OF LEIGH HUNT .
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... told a story of a Frenchman , whom he had received at his house at Woolwich , and who invited him , in return , to visit him in Paris , if ever he should cross the water . " The Frenchman told me , " said he , " that he had a superb ...
... told a story of a Frenchman , whom he had received at his house at Woolwich , and who invited him , in return , to visit him in Paris , if ever he should cross the water . " The Frenchman told me , " said he , " that he had a superb ...
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The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt: With Reminiscences of Friends and ..., Том 2 Leigh Hunt Повний перегляд - 1850 |
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Сторінка 113 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Сторінка 196 - For Heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Сторінка 14 - That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to Truth, and moraliz'd his song...
Сторінка 283 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art.
Сторінка 208 - But opposite in levelled west was set, His mirror, with full face borrowing her light From him ; for other light she needed none In that aspect, and still that distance keeps Till night ; then in the east her turn she shines...
Сторінка 126 - Adonis in loveliness,' was a corpulent man of fifty, in short, that this delightful, blissful, wise, pleasurable, honourable, virtuous, true, and immortal prince was a violator of his word, a libertine over head and ears in disgrace, a despiser of domestic ties, the companion of gamblers and demireps, a man who has just closed half a century without one single claim on the gratitude of his country, or the respect of posterity.
Сторінка 194 - He rose early in the morning, walked and read before breakfast, took that meal sparingly, wrote and studied the greater part of the morning, walked and read again, dined on vegetables, (for he took neither meat nor wine,) conversed with his friends, (to whom his house was ever open,) again walked out, and usually finished with reading to his wife till ten o'clock, when he went to bed. This was his daily existence. His book was generally Plato or Homer, or one of the Greek tragedians, or the Bible,...
Сторінка 33 - I am afraid he must think me a strange fellow : but is it not odd, that the only truly generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker ! And he writes poetry too,
Сторінка 126 - PRINCE, was a violator of his word, a libertine over head and ears in debt and disgrace, a despiser of domestic ties, the companion of gamblers and demireps, a man who has just closed half a century without one single claim on the gratitude of his country or the respect of posterity...
Сторінка 113 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun ? or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ? Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife ? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life ? " I would not slight this wondrous world.