Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Sir Richard Steele: Soldier, Dramatist, Essayist, and Patriot, with His Correspondence, and Notices of His Contemporaries, the Wits and Statesmen of Queen Anne's Time, Том 1Nimmo, 1865 |
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... honoured by the compliment ; but in France , at least , its members are so sensitive to reflections of the press , that only a few years since a public writer was called out on that account , and lost his life . From the " passion for a ...
... honoured by the compliment ; but in France , at least , its members are so sensitive to reflections of the press , that only a few years since a public writer was called out on that account , and lost his life . From the " passion for a ...
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... honour , who as a historian was the ill - concealed apologist of arbitrary authority , the almost sole merit of whose work is its incomparable style , and who , with reference to his other writings , was a man of too sagacious a mind to ...
... honour , who as a historian was the ill - concealed apologist of arbitrary authority , the almost sole merit of whose work is its incomparable style , and who , with reference to his other writings , was a man of too sagacious a mind to ...
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... honour . " " However gallant , " says Steele , " this speech may seem at first sight , it is upon reflection a very mean one ; for he urges no manner of reason for his desertion of the noble principle of resignation to the Divine will ...
... honour . " " However gallant , " says Steele , " this speech may seem at first sight , it is upon reflection a very mean one ; for he urges no manner of reason for his desertion of the noble principle of resignation to the Divine will ...
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... honour and what is this but doing a mean action with a great countenance ? What could this imitator of God , out of the power of Fortune , do more in obedience to what they call so , than sacrificing his life to it ? But this is bombast ...
... honour and what is this but doing a mean action with a great countenance ? What could this imitator of God , out of the power of Fortune , do more in obedience to what they call so , than sacrificing his life to it ? But this is bombast ...
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... honour . His resent- ment was , in consequence , transferred to his pacific adviser , whom he ridiculously challenged in turn . Steele was just recovering from a severe attack of fever , and , feeling the folly and absurdity of the ...
... honour . His resent- ment was , in consequence , transferred to his pacific adviser , whom he ridiculously challenged in turn . Steele was just recovering from a severe attack of fever , and , feeling the folly and absurdity of the ...
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Сторінка 158 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Сторінка 171 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Сторінка 171 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 332 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true : In happy climes, the seat of innocence...
Сторінка 342 - But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Сторінка 158 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and...
Сторінка 357 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow ; In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here ; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.
Сторінка 2 - The first sense of sorrow I ever knew was upon the death of my father, at which time I was not quite five years of age; but was rather amazed at what all the house meant, than possessed with a real understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a beating the coffin, and calling Papa; for, I know not how, I had some slight idea that he was locked up there.
Сторінка 191 - ... tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good; riches being another word for power, towards the obtaining of which the first necessary qualification is impudence, and (as Demosthenes said of pronunciation in oratory) the second is impudence, and the third, still, impudence. No modest man ever did or ever will make his fortune.
Сторінка 2 - I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a-beating the coffin, and calling '' Papa " ; for I know not how I had some slight idea that he was locked up there.