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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... became daily more negligent of my dress , and more blunt in my manner ; I professed myself a foe to starters and milksops , declared that there was no enjoyment equal to that of a bottle and a friend , and soon gained the appellation of ...
... became daily more negligent of my dress , and more blunt in my manner ; I professed myself a foe to starters and milksops , declared that there was no enjoyment equal to that of a bottle and a friend , and soon gained the appellation of ...
Sida 55
... became negligent of myself and of others ; I made a desperate effort at the gaming table , and lost the last sum that I could raise ; my estate was seized by the mortgagee ; I learned to pack cards and to cog a die ; became a bully to ...
... became negligent of myself and of others ; I made a desperate effort at the gaming table , and lost the last sum that I could raise ; my estate was seized by the mortgagee ; I learned to pack cards and to cog a die ; became a bully to ...
Sida 63
... became the oracle of the common council ; was solicited to engage in all commercial undertakings ; was flat- tered with the hopes of becoming in a short time one of the directors of a wealthy company ; and , to complete my mercantile ...
... became the oracle of the common council ; was solicited to engage in all commercial undertakings ; was flat- tered with the hopes of becoming in a short time one of the directors of a wealthy company ; and , to complete my mercantile ...
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... became the object of universal admiration ; every heart throbbed at her approach , every tongue was silent when she spoke ; at the glance of her eye every cheek was covered with blushes of diffidence or desire , and at her command every ...
... became the object of universal admiration ; every heart throbbed at her approach , every tongue was silent when she spoke ; at the glance of her eye every cheek was covered with blushes of diffidence or desire , and at her command every ...
Sida 71
... became ena- moured to the most romantic excess . The pleasure with which she had before reflected on the decree of the Fairy , that she should be sought in mar- riage by a sovereign prince , ' was now at an end . It was the custom of ...
... became ena- moured to the most romantic excess . The pleasure with which she had before reflected on the decree of the Fairy , that she should be sought in mar- riage by a sovereign prince , ' was now at an end . It was the custom of ...
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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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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.