The SpectatorT. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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... temper being naturally jovial , he at last got over it , he grew careless of himself , and never dressed afterwards . He continues to wear a coat and doublet of the same cut that were in fashion at the time of his repulse , which , in ...
... temper being naturally jovial , he at last got over it , he grew careless of himself , and never dressed afterwards . He continues to wear a coat and doublet of the same cut that were in fashion at the time of his repulse , which , in ...
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... temper wit with morality , that my readers may , if possible , both ways find their account in the speculation of the day . And to the end that their virtue and discretion may not be short , transient , intermitting starts of thought ...
... temper wit with morality , that my readers may , if possible , both ways find their account in the speculation of the day . And to the end that their virtue and discretion may not be short , transient , intermitting starts of thought ...
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... temper over - did his part , and would not suffer himself to be killed so easily as he ought to have done ; besides , it was observed of him , that he grew more surly every time he came out of the lion , and having dropt some words in ...
... temper over - did his part , and would not suffer himself to be killed so easily as he ought to have done ; besides , it was observed of him , that he grew more surly every time he came out of the lion , and having dropt some words in ...
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... temper is made out of such a happy mix- ture of the mild and the choleric , that he outdoes both his predecessors , and has drawn together greater audi- ences than have been known in the memory of man . I must not conclude my narrative ...
... temper is made out of such a happy mix- ture of the mild and the choleric , that he outdoes both his predecessors , and has drawn together greater audi- ences than have been known in the memory of man . I must not conclude my narrative ...
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... temper , and aim every stroke at a collective body of offenders . At the same time I am very sensible , that nothing spreads a paper like private calumny and defamation ; but as my speculations are not under this necessity , they are ...
... temper , and aim every stroke at a collective body of offenders . At the same time I am very sensible , that nothing spreads a paper like private calumny and defamation ; but as my speculations are not under this necessity , they are ...
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Сторінка 39 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Сторінка 374 - The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. I put on righteousness, and it clothed me : my judgment was as a robe and a diadem. I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. I was a father to the poor : and the cause which I knew not I searched out.
Сторінка 374 - If I did despise the cause of my manservant or of my maid-servant when they contended with me ; what then shall I do when God riseth Up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him ? Did not he that made me in the womb, make him ? and did not one fashion us in the womb...
Сторінка 324 - ... that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire. There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Сторінка 324 - Examine now, said he, this sea that is bounded with darkness at both ends, and tell me what thou discoverest in it. I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide.
Сторінка 105 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Сторінка 373 - OH THAT I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me; When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness...
Сторінка 323 - I had ever heard. They put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in Paradise, to wear out the impressions of the last agonies, and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place.
Сторінка 334 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 257 - There is not, in my opinion, a more pleasing and triumphant consideration in religion than this, of the perpetual progress which the soul makes towards the perfection of its nature, without ever arriving at a period in it.