The Works: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings by Robert Anderson, Zväzok 6Stirling & Slade, 1820 |
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Strana 61
... Sir Mathew Mawkish and his lady stopped their car- riage , and inquired what was the matter . It is a poor sailor , ' said one of the crowd , who has been overturned , and sadly bruised by a gentleman in a phaeton . ' Why did not the ...
... Sir Mathew Mawkish and his lady stopped their car- riage , and inquired what was the matter . It is a poor sailor , ' said one of the crowd , who has been overturned , and sadly bruised by a gentleman in a phaeton . ' Why did not the ...
Strana 62
... Sir Mathew Mawkish , ad- dressing the crowd , why do you not carry this bruised man into some of your houses and put him to bed , and give him a cordial , and take care of him ' till he recovers ? " 6 Why , Lord ! your honour , ' cried ...
... Sir Mathew Mawkish , ad- dressing the crowd , why do you not carry this bruised man into some of your houses and put him to bed , and give him a cordial , and take care of him ' till he recovers ? " 6 Why , Lord ! your honour , ' cried ...
Strana 63
... Sir Mathew ; we had best carry this poor man to Sir Mathew Mawkish's house ; he will certainly order him to be well taken care of , and he is much more able than any of us to maintain him till he recovers . ' • Drive on , ' cried Sir ...
... Sir Mathew ; we had best carry this poor man to Sir Mathew Mawkish's house ; he will certainly order him to be well taken care of , and he is much more able than any of us to maintain him till he recovers . ' • Drive on , ' cried Sir ...
Strana 79
... Sir Mathew Mawkish's , ' the sol- dier answered ; but it seems he took offence at some words I threw out , when the lame sailor was hurt on the heath ; and so he ordered his gardener not to employ me any more . ' Did that put you to ...
... Sir Mathew Mawkish's , ' the sol- dier answered ; but it seems he took offence at some words I threw out , when the lame sailor was hurt on the heath ; and so he ordered his gardener not to employ me any more . ' Did that put you to ...
Strana 80
... Sir Mathew is my enemy , my wife and I are resolved to shift our quarters , but have not yet fixed where to direct our march . ' · Let Margery and you direct your march to the vil- lage where I live , ' said Mrs. Barnet ; I know of a ...
... Sir Mathew is my enemy , my wife and I are resolved to shift our quarters , but have not yet fixed where to direct our march . ' · Let Margery and you direct your march to the vil- lage where I live , ' said Mrs. Barnet ; I know of a ...
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Strana 124 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Strana 105 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Strana 72 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Strana 142 - Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme; Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow: This soon too rude an exercise they find; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, -Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclin'd, And court the vapoury god soft-breathing in the wind.
Strana 288 - Faults in the life breed errors in the brain, And these, reciprocally, those again. The mind and conduct mutually imprint And stamp their image in each other's mint ; Each sire and dam, of an infernal race, Begetting and conceiving all that's base.
Strana 107 - Which, by remembrance, will assuage Grief, sickness, poverty, and age; And strongly shoot a radiant dart To shine through life's declining part. Say, Stella, feel you no content, Reflecting on a life well spent?
Strana 135 - Secure us kindly in our native night. Or, if to wit a coxcomb make pretence, Guard the sure barrier between that and sense; Or quite unravel all the reas'ning thread, And hang some curious cobweb in its stead! As, forced from wind-guns, lead itself can fly, And pond'rous slugs cut swiftly through the sky...
Strana 154 - Yea even that, which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory : But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Strana 466 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana 32 - Yet all this availeth me nothing, so long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the king's gate.