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OF THE LATE
NOTICE OF HIS LIFE,
BY HIS SON,
Written on seeing BEWICK's Chalk Drawing of the Head of Hazlitt.
BY SHERIDAN KNOWLES.
Thus HazLITT looked! There's life in every line!
Soul-language-fire that colour could not give,
In an embodied radiance seems to live!
Humid, yet burning, there beams passion's flame,
Lighting the cheek, and quivering through the frame;
Yet hovers fondly, and its shadow sits
And fire-clotbed eloquence, wbich comes in fits
By thee, in vain doth slander's venom'd dart