The English Humorists of the Eighteenth Century: Critical Reviews ; The Second Funeral of NapoleonEstes & Lauriat, 1896 - 418 стор. |
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... morning , and heard him talk and crack jokes over his breakfast and his mug of small beer . Who would not give something to pass a night at the club with Johnson , and Gold- smith , and James Boswell , Esq . , of Auchinleck ? The charm ...
... morning , and heard him talk and crack jokes over his breakfast and his mug of small beer . Who would not give something to pass a night at the club with Johnson , and Gold- smith , and James Boswell , Esq . , of Auchinleck ? The charm ...
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... morning regularly , but with such secrecy that the guests in his house were never in the least aware of the ceremony . There was no need surely why a church dignitary should assemble his family privily in a crypt , and as if he was ...
... morning regularly , but with such secrecy that the guests in his house were never in the least aware of the ceremony . There was no need surely why a church dignitary should assemble his family privily in a crypt , and as if he was ...
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... morning love and purity , your constancy , your grief , your sweet martyrdom . We know your legend by heart . You are one of the saints of English story . - And if Stella's love and innocence are charming to contemplate , I will say ...
... morning love and purity , your constancy , your grief , your sweet martyrdom . We know your legend by heart . You are one of the saints of English story . - And if Stella's love and innocence are charming to contemplate , I will say ...
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... morning it is the 14th of December , 1710- " Stay , I will answer some of your letter this morning in bed . Let me see . Come and appear , little letter ! Here I am , says he , and what say you to Stella this morning fresh and fasting ...
... morning it is the 14th of December , 1710- " Stay , I will answer some of your letter this morning in bed . Let me see . Come and appear , little letter ! Here I am , says he , and what say you to Stella this morning fresh and fasting ...
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... morning . But in Letter IV . of that famous collec- tion he describes his lodging in Bury Street , where he has the first - floor , a dining - room and bedchamber , at eight shillings a week ; and in Letter VI . he says " he has visited ...
... morning . But in Letter IV . of that famous collec- tion he describes his lodging in Bury Street , where he has the first - floor , a dining - room and bedchamber , at eight shillings a week ; and in Letter VI . he says " he has visited ...
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Сторінка 123 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents...
Сторінка 255 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 124 - I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 76 - So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast, And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, 20 Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Сторінка 30 - A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish...
Сторінка 229 - ... by composing, instead of inflaming, the quarrels of porters and beggars (which I blush when I say hath not been universally practised) and by refusing to take a shilling from a man who most undoubtedly would not have had another left, I had reduced an income of about £500 a year of the dirtiest money upon earth, to little more than £300 ; a considerable proportion of which remained with my clerk...
Сторінка 61 - See ! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes ! And now the sun begins to rise ? Less glorious is the morn, that breaks • From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give ; But different fates ere night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live ! How many will her coldness kill...
Сторінка 267 - Sweet AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power. Here, as I take my solitary rounds...
Сторінка 85 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Сторінка 23 - Then he instructed a young nobleman, that the best poet in England was Mr. Pope (a papist), who had begun a translation of Homer into English for which he would have them all subscribe : ' For,' says he, ' he shall not begin to print till I have a thousand guineas for him.