The British Essayists;: AdventurerJ. Johnson, J. Nichols and son, R. Baldwin, F. and C. Rivington, W. Otridge and son, W.J. and J. Richardson, A. Strahan, R. Faulder, ... [and 40 others], 1808 |
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... my careless life away , And in thy arms insensibly decay . Instead of that , me frantic love detains Mid foes , and dreadful darts , and bloody plains : While you and can my soul the tale believe , 33 N ° 92 . ADVENTURER ,
... my careless life away , And in thy arms insensibly decay . Instead of that , me frantic love detains Mid foes , and dreadful darts , and bloody plains : While you and can my soul the tale believe , 33 N ° 92 . ADVENTURER ,
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Alexander Chalmers. While you and can my soul the tale believe , " Far from your country , lonely wand'ring leave Me , me your lover , barbarous fugitive ! Seek the rough Alps where snows eternal shine , And joyless borders of the frozen ...
Alexander Chalmers. While you and can my soul the tale believe , " Far from your country , lonely wand'ring leave Me , me your lover , barbarous fugitive ! Seek the rough Alps where snows eternal shine , And joyless borders of the frozen ...
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... believe that his father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceedingly solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked , when he suddenly hears ...
... believe that his father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceedingly solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked , when he suddenly hears ...
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... believe to be too dearly pur- chased by diligence and industry ; tradesmen who neglect their business , to squander in fashionable follies more than it can produce ; and swaggerers who rank themselves with gentlemen , merely because ...
... believe to be too dearly pur- chased by diligence and industry ; tradesmen who neglect their business , to squander in fashionable follies more than it can produce ; and swaggerers who rank themselves with gentlemen , merely because ...
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... believe his application had been precluded by as many days , were circumstances which imagina- tion immediately improved to aggravate his dis- appointment : over these he mused perpetually with inexpressible anguish , he related them to ...
... believe his application had been precluded by as many days , were circumstances which imagina- tion immediately improved to aggravate his dis- appointment : over these he mused perpetually with inexpressible anguish , he related them to ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Boileau Caprinus Catiline censure character Clodio considered contempt Cordelia countenance courage Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN equal Euripides evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify guilt happiness hast heart Hilario honour hope imagination impatient increased insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetual person pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch portunity Posidippus present produced Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman solitude sometimes soon Sophocles suffer superaddition Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus things thou thought tion told truth TUESDAY tural uncon utmost VIRG virtue wish wretched writers
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Сторінка 32 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Сторінка 195 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Сторінка 194 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Сторінка 34 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Сторінка 150 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Сторінка 135 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Сторінка 192 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Сторінка 151 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Сторінка 12 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Сторінка 15 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.