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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 color could not give,
In an embodied radiance seems to live!
Humid, yet burning, there beams passion's flame,
Yet hovers fondly, and its shadow sits
And fire-clothed eloquence, which comes in fits