The British Essayists;: AdventurerJ. Johnson, J. Nichols and son, R. Baldwin, F. and C. Rivington, W. Otridge and son, W.J. and J. Richardson, A. Strahan, R. Faulder, ... [and 40 others], 1808 |
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Strana 10
... Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : which intimate that the tempest described in the ...
... Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : which intimate that the tempest described in the ...
Strana 11
... Prospero's power . The manner in which he was driven from his duke- dom of Milan , and landed afterwards on this soli- litary island , accompanied only by his daughter , is immediately introduced in a short and natural nar- ration . The ...
... Prospero's power . The manner in which he was driven from his duke- dom of Milan , and landed afterwards on this soli- litary island , accompanied only by his daughter , is immediately introduced in a short and natural nar- ration . The ...
Strana 14
... Prospero , that he has ful- filled his orders , and punished his brother and com- panions so severely , that if he himself was now to behold their sufferings , he would greatly compassionate them . To which Prospero answers , -Dost thou ...
... Prospero , that he has ful- filled his orders , and punished his brother and com- panions so severely , that if he himself was now to behold their sufferings , he would greatly compassionate them . To which Prospero answers , -Dost thou ...
Strana 32
... Prospero , and Miranda whom he had endeavoured to defile ; and his execrations are artfully contrived to have re- ference to the occupation of his mother : As wicked dew , as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome ...
... Prospero , and Miranda whom he had endeavoured to defile ; and his execrations are artfully contrived to have re- ference to the occupation of his mother : As wicked dew , as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome ...
Strana 33
... Prospero perpetually to torment him , and the many forms and different methods they take for this purpose , are described with the utmost liveliness and force of fancy : Sometimes like apes , that moe and chatter at me , And after bite ...
... Prospero perpetually to torment him , and the many forms and different methods they take for this purpose , are described with the utmost liveliness and force of fancy : Sometimes like apes , that moe and chatter at me , And after bite ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Catiline censure character circumstances Clodio considered contempt countenance Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes desire Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN endeavour equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify happiness heart Hilario honour hope hour imagination impatient increase insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less live look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetually pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch poet portunity Posidippus present produced proportion Prospero Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments servant Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman sometimes soon Sophocles suffer Sycorax Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus thou thought tion truth TUESDAY uncon VIRG Virgil virtue wish wretched writer Xerxes
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Strana 12 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Strana 192 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Strana 15 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Strana 134 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...
Strana 302 - It was said of Socrates that he brought Philosophy down from heaven, to inhabit among men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffeehouses.
Strana 194 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Strana 151 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Strana 194 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strana 32 - I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset ; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock.
Strana 149 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.