The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Zväzky 25–26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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Strana 24
... frequent alterations on the sur- face of life , that the show , while we are busied in delineating it , vanishes from ... frequently busy , when it can only imbitter dis- appointment and heighten calamity ; and more fre- quently slumbers ...
... frequent alterations on the sur- face of life , that the show , while we are busied in delineating it , vanishes from ... frequently busy , when it can only imbitter dis- appointment and heighten calamity ; and more fre- quently slumbers ...
Strana 36
... frequently kicked , beaten , pumped , prosecuted , and imprisoned ; but Tim is no flincher ; and if he does not get fame , blood ! he will deserve it . ' I am now writing at a coffee - house , where I am just arrived , after a journey ...
... frequently kicked , beaten , pumped , prosecuted , and imprisoned ; but Tim is no flincher ; and if he does not get fame , blood ! he will deserve it . ' I am now writing at a coffee - house , where I am just arrived , after a journey ...
Strana 46
... frequently used the terms Buck and Blood , and have given some account of the characters which are thus denomi- nated ; but you have not considered them as the last stages of a regular progression , nor taken any notice of those which ...
... frequently used the terms Buck and Blood , and have given some account of the characters which are thus denomi- nated ; but you have not considered them as the last stages of a regular progression , nor taken any notice of those which ...
Strana 49
... frequently practised alone , but it was a long time before I could swear so much to my own satisfaction in company , as by myself . My labour , however , was not without its reward ; it recommended me to the notice of the ladies , and ...
... frequently practised alone , but it was a long time before I could swear so much to my own satisfaction in company , as by myself . My labour , however , was not without its reward ; it recommended me to the notice of the ladies , and ...
Strana 51
... frequently obliged to pay large damages : but I bore all these losses with an air of jovial indifference ; I pushed on in my ca- reer , I was more desperate in proportion as I had less to lose and being deterred from no mischief by the ...
... frequently obliged to pay large damages : but I bore all these losses with an air of jovial indifference ; I pushed on in my ca- reer , I was more desperate in proportion as I had less to lose and being deterred from no mischief by the ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER Almerine amusement ancient appearance bagnio beauty character CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS Clodio considered Corsica daugh daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress elegant endeavoured entertain equal Euripides evil excel eyes fashion father favour fear Felicia felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune frequently Fretters gentleman give Glastonbury thorn happiness heart Hilario honour hope humble servant humour imagination kind king knew labour lady less lived look Lord Lord CHESTERFIELD Madam mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery nature ness never night obliged observed paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure Posidippus pounds present Quintilian racter readers reason RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY Shelimah shew SOAME JENYNS Soliman sometimes soon suffered sure taste thee thing thou thought tion told truth virtue wife WILLIAM PULTENEY Wilson wish wretch writer
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Strana 26 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Strana 8 - 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 138 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed 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 139 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.
Strana 179 - 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 179 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Strana 53 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Strana 180 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Strana 8 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Strana 179 - 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.