The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volym 21–22 |
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... father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama be- fore us . The ...
... father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama be- fore us . The ...
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... father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceeding solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wreck- ed , when he suddenly hears with astonishment ...
... father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceeding solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wreck- ed , when he suddenly hears with astonishment ...
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... father's aërial agents , is a stroke of nature worthy admiration ; as are likewise her entreaties to her father not to use him harshly , by the power of his art : Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ...
... father's aërial agents , is a stroke of nature worthy admiration ; as are likewise her entreaties to her father not to use him harshly , by the power of his art : Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ...
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... father was a wealthy farmer in Yorkshire ; and when I was near eighteen years of age , he brought me up to London , and put me apprentice to a considerable shopkeeper in the city . There was an 48 NO . 100 . ADVENTURER .
... father was a wealthy farmer in Yorkshire ; and when I was near eighteen years of age , he brought me up to London , and put me apprentice to a considerable shopkeeper in the city . There was an 48 NO . 100 . ADVENTURER .
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... father having allowed me thirty pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an eminent city tailor , with several waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a ...
... father having allowed me thirty pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an eminent city tailor , with several waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a ...
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Sida 25 - 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.
Sida 7 - 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.
Sida 129 - 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. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Sida 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Sida 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Sida 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Sida 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Sida 167 - 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!
Sida 52 - 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.
Sida 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?