The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volym 21–22 |
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... give way to truth . " I am , SIR , T " Your humble servant , " DUBIUS . " No. 93. TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 25 , 1753 ... gives my breast a thousand pains 8 NO . 93 . ADVENTURER . Recomendation of Theodore, King Corsica, to the Liberality of ...
... give way to truth . " I am , SIR , T " Your humble servant , " DUBIUS . " No. 93. TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 25 , 1753 ... gives my breast a thousand pains 8 NO . 93 . ADVENTURER . Recomendation of Theodore, King Corsica, to the Liberality of ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... best , exhibit a transposition of known images , and give a new appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true 20 NO . 95 . ADVENTURER .
... best , exhibit a transposition of known images , and give a new appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true 20 NO . 95 . ADVENTURER .
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... give a doit to relieve a lame beg- gar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . ' Such is the inexhaustible ... gives her a sight of prince Ferdinand NO . 97 . 33 ADVENTURER .
... give a doit to relieve a lame beg- gar , they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian . ' Such is the inexhaustible ... gives her a sight of prince Ferdinand NO . 97 . 33 ADVENTURER .
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British essayists Alexander Chalmers. When Prospero first gives her a sight of prince Ferdinand , she eagerly exclaims ... give me that , I'll carry't to the pile.- You look wearily . 6 It is by selecting such little and almost impercep ...
British essayists Alexander Chalmers. When Prospero first gives her a sight of prince Ferdinand , she eagerly exclaims ... give me that , I'll carry't to the pile.- You look wearily . 6 It is by selecting such little and almost impercep ...
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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?