The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures, Delivered in England, Scotland, and the United States of America, Випуск 76Smith, Elder & Company, 1858 - 341 стор. |
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... seem to struggle to bring into distinct consciousness , and shape into expression , the intellect that lay smothering under gloomy obstruction in him . A pier - glass falling by accident , nearly fell on him . He said , he wished it had ...
... seem to struggle to bring into distinct consciousness , and shape into expression , the intellect that lay smothering under gloomy obstruction in him . A pier - glass falling by accident , nearly fell on him . He said , he wished it had ...
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... for liberty . All I could do was to take up Hart , the printer , to send him to Newgate , and to bind him over upon bail to be prosecuted ; this I have done ; and if I can arrive Swift's seems to me to be as good a name SWIFT . 11.
... for liberty . All I could do was to take up Hart , the printer , to send him to Newgate , and to bind him over upon bail to be prosecuted ; this I have done ; and if I can arrive Swift's seems to me to be as good a name SWIFT . 11.
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... seems to me to be as good a name to point a moral or adorn a tale of ambition , as any hero's that ever lived and failed . But we must remember that the morality was lax - that other gentlemen besides himself took the road in his day ...
... seems to me to be as good a name to point a moral or adorn a tale of ambition , as any hero's that ever lived and failed . But we must remember that the morality was lax - that other gentlemen besides himself took the road in his day ...
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... seems to me , he was no more an Irishman than a man born of English parents at Calcutta is a Hindoo.1 Goldsmith was an Irishman , and Medley in one paper , will not be quiet . They are always mauling Lord Treasurer , Lord Bolingbroke ...
... seems to me , he was no more an Irishman than a man born of English parents at Calcutta is a Hindoo.1 Goldsmith was an Irishman , and Medley in one paper , will not be quiet . They are always mauling Lord Treasurer , Lord Bolingbroke ...
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... religion , the same thing seems to be meant by very different expressions ; what is called by the Stoics apathy , or dispassion ; by the sceptics , indisturbance ; by the — essays , the statesman , the ambassador no more C 2 SWIFT . 19.
... religion , the same thing seems to be meant by very different expressions ; what is called by the Stoics apathy , or dispassion ; by the sceptics , indisturbance ; by the — essays , the statesman , the ambassador no more C 2 SWIFT . 19.
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Сторінка 329 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Сторінка 214 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Сторінка 156 - I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 314 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 329 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Сторінка 328 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 36 - That the remaining hundred thousand may at a year old be offered in sale to the persons of quality, and fortune, through the kingdom, always advising the mother to let them suck plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump, and fat for a good table. A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially...
Сторінка 230 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Сторінка 109 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Сторінка 329 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...