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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... look with little attention upon scenes thus perpetually changing , who cannot catch some of the figures before they are made vulgar by reiterated descriptions . It has been discovered by Sir Isaac Newton , that the distinct and ...
... look with little attention upon scenes thus perpetually changing , who cannot catch some of the figures before they are made vulgar by reiterated descriptions . It has been discovered by Sir Isaac Newton , that the distinct and ...
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... looks about ! Believe me , Sir , It carries a brave form . But ' tis a spirit . Her imagining that as he was so ... look wearily . It is by selecting such little and almost impercep tible circumstances that Shakspeare has more truly ...
... looks about ! Believe me , Sir , It carries a brave form . But ' tis a spirit . Her imagining that as he was so ... look wearily . It is by selecting such little and almost impercep tible circumstances that Shakspeare has more truly ...
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... look with confidence in the face of the person to whom I spoke . About this time my father's elder brother died , and left me an estate of near five hundred pounds per annum . I now bought out the remainder of my time and this sudden ...
... look with confidence in the face of the person to whom I spoke . About this time my father's elder brother died , and left me an estate of near five hundred pounds per annum . I now bought out the remainder of my time and this sudden ...
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... look , Cut thy banks to dam thy brook ; Barefoot may n neighbour wade In thy cool streams , wife or maid , When the spawn on stones do lie , To wash their hemp , and spoil the fry . The glaring picture of Paradise is not , in my opinion ...
... look , Cut thy banks to dam thy brook ; Barefoot may n neighbour wade In thy cool streams , wife or maid , When the spawn on stones do lie , To wash their hemp , and spoil the fry . The glaring picture of Paradise is not , in my opinion ...
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... looks up , and perceiving that his scale mounted aloft , departs with the shades of night . To make such a use , at so critical a time , of Libra , a mere imaginary sign of the Zodiac , is scarcely justifiable in a poem founded on ...
... looks up , and perceiving that his scale mounted aloft , departs with the shades of night . To make such a use , at so critical a time , of Libra , a mere imaginary sign of the Zodiac , is scarcely justifiable in a poem founded on ...
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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.