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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... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel . lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of ...
... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel . lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of ...
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... lady remarkable for her beauty and her wit ; his age is that in which manhood is said to be complete , his constitution is vigorous , his person graceful , and his understanding strong . I found him in full health , lolling in an easy ...
... lady remarkable for her beauty and her wit ; his age is that in which manhood is said to be complete , his constitution is vigorous , his person graceful , and his understanding strong . I found him in full health , lolling in an easy ...
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... lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and œconomy , to indulge her with a route twice a week at her own house . This soon multiplied her obligations to the company she kept , and in a fortnight she ...
... lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and œconomy , to indulge her with a route twice a week at her own house . This soon multiplied her obligations to the company she kept , and in a fortnight she ...
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... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an ' old gouty uncle , had assent- ed to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foi- bles , in full expectation of being made his exe- cutrix ; when happening one day to affirm that his ...
... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an ' old gouty uncle , had assent- ed to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foi- bles , in full expectation of being made his exe- cutrix ; when happening one day to affirm that his ...
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... lady , upon whom you look so earnestly , is a grocer's wife in the city . Her disorder was oc- casioned by her seeing at court , last Twelfth night , the daughter of Mr. Alderman Squeeze , oil - man , in a sack far richer and more ...
... lady , upon whom you look so earnestly , is a grocer's wife in the city . Her disorder was oc- casioned by her seeing at court , last Twelfth night , the daughter of Mr. Alderman Squeeze , oil - man , in a sack far richer and more ...
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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.