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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... Things 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift : A Vision 110. Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence WARTON HAWKES . · JOHNSON 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton ...
... Things 109. A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift : A Vision 110. Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence WARTON HAWKES . · JOHNSON 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton ...
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... thing but what he is , he wishes himself one of the shepherds . He then catches the idea of rural tranquillity ; but soons discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes ...
... thing but what he is , he wishes himself one of the shepherds . He then catches the idea of rural tranquillity ; but soons discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes ...
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Alexander Chalmers. new . There is likewise in composition , as in other things , a perpetual vicissitude of fashion ; and truth is recommended at one time to regard , by appearances which at another would expose it to neglect ; the ...
Alexander Chalmers. new . There is likewise in composition , as in other things , a perpetual vicissitude of fashion ; and truth is recommended at one time to regard , by appearances which at another would expose it to neglect ; the ...
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... things : These our actors As I foretold you , were all spirits : and Are melted into air , into thin air . And , like the baseless fabric of this vision , The cloud - capt towers , the gorgeous palaces , The solemn temples , the great ...
... things : These our actors As I foretold you , were all spirits : and Are melted into air , into thin air . And , like the baseless fabric of this vision , The cloud - capt towers , the gorgeous palaces , The solemn temples , the great ...
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... saved her . There's one thing vexes me ; I have much ado to avoid having that insignificant character , a good- matured fellow , fixed upon me ; so that I am obliged in my own defence to break the boy's head , 38 N ° 98 . ADVENTURER .
... saved her . There's one thing vexes me ; I have much ado to avoid having that insignificant character , a good- matured fellow , fixed upon me ; so that I am obliged in my own defence to break the boy's head , 38 N ° 98 . ADVENTURER .
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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.