The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 01 (of 12)Hazlitt, William
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The collected works of William Hazlitt, Vol. 01 (of 12)
Hazlitt, William
English essays -- 19th century
The following version, communicated by a classical friend, is exact
and elegant:
‘He said; and strait the herald Argicide
Beneath his feet his winged sandals tied,
Immortal, golden, that his flight could bear
O’er seas and lands, like waftage of the air.
His rod too, that can close the eyes of men
In balmy sleep, and open them again,
He took, and holding it in hand, went flying:
Till, from Pieria’s top the sea descrying,
Down to it sheer he dropp’d; and scour’d away
Like the wild gull, that, fishing o’er the bay,
Flaps on, with pinions dipping in the brine;—
So went on the far sea the shape divine.’
_Odyssey_, book v.
——‘That was Arion crown’d:—
So went he playing on the wat’ry plain.’
_Faerie Queen._
There is a striking description in Mr. Burke’s Reflections of the late
Queen of France, whose charms had left their poison in the heart of
this Irish orator and patriot, and set the world in a ferment sixteen
years afterwards. ‘And surely never lighted on this orb, which she
hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.’ The idea is in Don
Quixote, where the Duenna speaks of the air with which the Duchess
‘treads, or rather seems to disdain the ground she walks on.’ We have
heard the same account of the gracefulness of Marie Antoinette from an
artist, who saw her at Versailles much about the same time that Mr.
Burke did. He stood in one corner of a little antechamber, and as the
doors were narrow, she was obliged to pass sideways with her hoop. She
glided by him in an instant, as if borne on a cloud.
Footnote 50:
In a fruit or flower-piece by Vanhuysum, the minutest details acquire
a certain grace and beauty from the delicacy with which they are
finished. The eye dwells with a giddy delight on the liquid drops of
dew, on the gauze wings of an insect, on the hair and feathers of a
bird’s nest, the streaked and speckled egg-shells, the fine legs of
the little travelling caterpillar. Who will suppose that the painter
had not the same pleasure in detecting these nice distinctions in
nature, that the critic has in tracing them in the picture?
Footnote 51:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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