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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... necessary , therefore , that before an author be charged with plagiarism , one of the most re proachful , though , perhaps , not the most atrocious of literary crimes , the subject on which he treats should be carefully considered . We ...
... necessary , therefore , that before an author be charged with plagiarism , one of the most re proachful , though , perhaps , not the most atrocious of literary crimes , the subject on which he treats should be carefully considered . We ...
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... necessary or what is probable , ' WHOEVER Ventures , ' says Horace , to form a character totally original , let him endeavour to pre- serve it with uniformity and consistency ; but the formation of an original character is a work of ...
... necessary or what is probable , ' WHOEVER Ventures , ' says Horace , to form a character totally original , let him endeavour to pre- serve it with uniformity and consistency ; but the formation of an original character is a work of ...
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... necessary attention to any scheme of length . I am , in short , one of those heroic Adventurers , who have thought proper to distinguish themselves by the titles of Buck , Blood , and Nerve . When I Sain in the country , I am always on ...
... necessary attention to any scheme of length . I am , in short , one of those heroic Adventurers , who have thought proper to distinguish themselves by the titles of Buck , Blood , and Nerve . When I Sain in the country , I am always on ...
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... necessary to the character of a fine gentleman . I soon copied the original , which I found to be universally admired , in my morals , and made some farther approaches to it in my dress : I suffered my hair to grow long enough to comb ...
... necessary to the character of a fine gentleman . I soon copied the original , which I found to be universally admired , in my morals , and made some farther approaches to it in my dress : I suffered my hair to grow long enough to comb ...
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... necessary to abstain from wenching ; and in these , at whatever risk , I applied myself to the bottle : a habit of drinking came insensibly upon me , and I was soon able to walk home with a bottle and a pint . I had learned a sufficient ...
... necessary to abstain from wenching ; and in these , at whatever risk , I applied myself to the bottle : a habit of drinking came insensibly upon me , and I was soon able to walk home with a bottle and a pint . I had learned a sufficient ...
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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.