Essays: On the Following Subjects: Celibacy, Wedlock, Seduction, Pride, Duelling, Self-murder, Lying, Detraction, Avarice, Justice, Generosity, Temperance, Excess, DeathSmart and Cowslade, 1806 - 190 strán (strany) |
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Strana 26
... feel its dominion , but can- not analyze its essence : Poets , who have interested themselves on that subject , will have it pass for a God ! and lest men should blame its violence , by an affected piety strive to conceal its fury . The ...
... feel its dominion , but can- not analyze its essence : Poets , who have interested themselves on that subject , will have it pass for a God ! and lest men should blame its violence , by an affected piety strive to conceal its fury . The ...
Strana 34
... agitated into a rougher current , must depend on the feel- ings of the possessor . To a learned wife however , there are not a few , who have insuperable objections : Ju- venal , venal , that satirist of antiquity , points his ridicule 34.
... agitated into a rougher current , must depend on the feel- ings of the possessor . To a learned wife however , there are not a few , who have insuperable objections : Ju- venal , venal , that satirist of antiquity , points his ridicule 34.
Strana 53
... feel with poignant distress the situation into which , by one culpable act , they now are reduced , banished from their native homes , deserted by their betrayers ; their rivals hoot at them with the triumphant hiss of malice , and ...
... feel with poignant distress the situation into which , by one culpable act , they now are reduced , banished from their native homes , deserted by their betrayers ; their rivals hoot at them with the triumphant hiss of malice , and ...
Strana 74
... feel it strongest in themselves are the most intolerant of it in others . So much did this sort of pride reign among the first Philosophers , that they could easily discern it in each other , but would not ac- knowledge the existence of ...
... feel it strongest in themselves are the most intolerant of it in others . So much did this sort of pride reign among the first Philosophers , that they could easily discern it in each other , but would not ac- knowledge the existence of ...
Strana 92
... feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea , to the dead . But will it not live with the living : No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it therefore I'll none of it . Honour is a mere ' scutcheon ; and so ends my ...
... feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea , to the dead . But will it not live with the living : No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it therefore I'll none of it . Honour is a mere ' scutcheon ; and so ends my ...
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affront allowed ancient Athenian Athens avarice better blood body cation cause Celibacy character chastity Christian commanded committed conscience considered contempt Council of Trent courage crime death desire disease dismal divine drachms dreadful drinking dropsies drunk drunkenness duel duelling duty effects enemies Epicureans ESSAY evil excess exposed falsehood fear feel fleep fortune friends gibbets give gouts guilty habit happiness heart hence honour human injurious instances Jews justice justly King live Lord Lycurgus mankind manner marriage married matrimony mind misery Montesquieu moral murdered nature never oaths obliged observed occa occasions parents passion person Plato Plutarch Polygamy pride principle Puffendorf punishment reason revenge Romans sacred salutary says scurvy seduction SELF-MURDER sentiments sions slander sober society Solon soul spect spirit suicide tears tell temperance thing thou thought tion truth usually valour vice Vide virtue VITAL spark Wedlock wise woman women writer
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Strana 113 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die: to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Strana 189 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. . What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul!
Strana 92 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Strana 190 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death ! where is thy sting ? The Universal Prayer FATHER of all!
Strana 172 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Strana 132 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strana 171 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Strana 92 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Strana 47 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die : like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume.
Strana 151 - HEAVEN eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me not that, in some sad and sickening moments, my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction mere pomp of words!