The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volym 21–22 |
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... happened ; and may , therefore , be of use to prove that we can always feel more than we can imagine , and that the most artful fiction must give way to truth . " I am , SIR , T " Your humble servant , " DUBIUS . " No. 93. TUESDAY ...
... happened ; and may , therefore , be of use to prove that we can always feel more than we can imagine , and that the most artful fiction must give way to truth . " I am , SIR , T " Your humble servant , " DUBIUS . " No. 93. TUESDAY ...
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... success , and the joy of his heart sparkled in his countenance ; but it happened that Ned , in the midst of his happiness and prosperity , was prevailed upon to buy a lottery ticket . The moment his hope was fixed upon an 18 ADVENTURER .
... success , and the joy of his heart sparkled in his countenance ; but it happened that Ned , in the midst of his happiness and prosperity , was prevailed upon to buy a lottery ticket . The moment his hope was fixed upon an 18 ADVENTURER .
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... happened to Evander more than he expected ? No- thing that he possessed was diminished , nor was any possibility of advantage cut off ; with respect to these and every other reality he was in the same state , as if he had never heard of ...
... happened to Evander more than he expected ? No- thing that he possessed was diminished , nor was any possibility of advantage cut off ; with respect to these and every other reality he was in the same state , as if he had never heard of ...
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... happened that yesterday I paid Curio another visit . I found him in his chamber ; his head was swathed in flannel , and his countenance was pale . I was alarmed at these appearances of disease ; and inquired with an honest solicitude ...
... happened that yesterday I paid Curio another visit . I found him in his chamber ; his head was swathed in flannel , and his countenance was pale . I was alarmed at these appearances of disease ; and inquired with an honest solicitude ...
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... happened that , about this time , the person to whose care she had been committed , after a short sickness died . Shelimah imagined that she slept ; but perceiving that all attempts to awaken her were ineffectual , and her stock of ...
... happened that , about this time , the person to whose care she had been committed , after a short sickness died . Shelimah imagined that she slept ; but perceiving that all attempts to awaken her were ineffectual , and her stock of ...
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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?