The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volym 25–26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... wishes are wild , his resentment is tender , and his purposes are inconstant . In the genuine language of despair , he soothes himself awhile with the pity that shall be paid him after his death : -Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit ...
... wishes are wild , his resentment is tender , and his purposes are inconstant . In the genuine language of despair , he soothes himself awhile with the pity that shall be paid him after his death : -Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit ...
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... wishes him- self one of the shepherds . He then catches the idea of rural tranquillity ; but soon discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , hic mollia prata , Lycori ...
... wishes him- self one of the shepherds . He then catches the idea of rural tranquillity ; but soon discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , hic mollia prata , Lycori ...
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... wish more than any other to oblige ; but I have just presented the living to the person whom you saw take his leave when you entered the room . ' This declaration was a stroke , which Evander had neither skill to elude , nor force to ...
... wish more than any other to oblige ; but I have just presented the living to the person whom you saw take his leave when you entered the room . ' This declaration was a stroke , which Evander had neither skill to elude , nor force to ...
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... wish and offer of assistance , than by the unnatural eloquence and witticisms of Dryden , or the amorous declama- tions of Rowe . The resentment of Prospero for the matchless cruelty and wicked usurpation of his brother ; his parental ...
... wish and offer of assistance , than by the unnatural eloquence and witticisms of Dryden , or the amorous declama- tions of Rowe . The resentment of Prospero for the matchless cruelty and wicked usurpation of his brother ; his parental ...
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... wishes , never want celebrators of their wisdom and their virtue ; and they that mis- carry , are quickly discovered to have been defective not only in mental but in moral qualities . The world will never be long without some good ...
... wishes , never want celebrators of their wisdom and their virtue ; and they that mis- carry , are quickly discovered to have been defective not only in mental but in moral qualities . The world will never be long without some good ...
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Sida 26 - 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 8 - 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 138 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed 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 139 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. 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.
Sida 179 - 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 179 - 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 53 - 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 180 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Sida 8 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Sida 179 - 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.