Who is William Hazlitt

William Hazlitt (10 April 1778 – 18 September 1830) was an English essayist, drama and literary critic, painter, social commentator, and philosopher. He is now considered one of the greatest critics and essayists in the history of the English language, placed in the company of Samuel Johnson and George Orwell. He is also acknowledged as the finest art critic of his age. Despite his high standing among historians of literature and art, his work is currently little read and mostly out of print.During his lifetime he befriended many people who are now part of the 19th-century literary canon, including Charles and Mary Lamb, Stendhal, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth, and John Keats.

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Iwestayunited: ''prejudice is the child of ignorance'' - william hazlitt the “i told trump that the rally looked vanilla on television. trump responded, ‘that’s because black people are too stupid to vote for me.'” - michael cohen
A_r_burns: "we find many things to which the prohibition of them constitutes the only temptation." - william hazlitt, 1837
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poem
This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London]

In the June of 1797 some long-expected friends paid a visit
to the author's cottage; and on the morning of their arrival,
he met with an accident, which disabled him from walking
during the whole time of their stay. One evening, when they
had left him for a few hours, he composed the following
lines in the garden-bower.

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