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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... thee , shall bless thy frugal board . What tho ' rough stones the naked soil o'erspread , Or marshy bulrush rear its wat'ry hea , No foreign food thy teeming ewes shall fear , No touch contagious spread its influence here . Happy old ...
... thee , shall bless thy frugal board . What tho ' rough stones the naked soil o'erspread , Or marshy bulrush rear its wat'ry hea , No foreign food thy teeming ewes shall fear , No touch contagious spread its influence here . Happy old ...
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... thee Into a cloven pine : within which rift Imprison'd , thou didst painfully remain A dozen years : within which space she dy❜d , And left thee , there ; where thou didst vent thy groans , As fast as mill - wheels strike . If thou ...
... thee Into a cloven pine : within which rift Imprison'd , thou didst painfully remain A dozen years : within which space she dy❜d , And left thee , there ; where thou didst vent thy groans , As fast as mill - wheels strike . If thou ...
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... thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made ' em . If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee ...
... thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - combs , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made ' em . If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee ...
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... thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Shew thee a jay's nest ; and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmazet . I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds ; and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea ...
... thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Shew thee a jay's nest ; and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmazet . I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds ; and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea ...
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... thee what ; I was a hellish ass t'other day . I shot a damn'd clean mare through the head , for jumping out of the road to avoid running over an old woman . But the bitch threw me , and I got a cursed slice on the cheek against a flint ...
... thee what ; I was a hellish ass t'other day . I shot a damn'd clean mare through the head , for jumping out of the road to avoid running over an old woman . But the bitch threw me , and I got a cursed slice on the cheek against a flint ...
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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.
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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.