The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... thing but rail at him . Many and fatal have been disasters between friends who have fallen out , and these resentments are more keen than ever those of other men can possibly be : but in this it happens unfortunately , that as there ...
... thing but rail at him . Many and fatal have been disasters between friends who have fallen out , and these resentments are more keen than ever those of other men can possibly be : but in this it happens unfortunately , that as there ...
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... thing to a certain use and purpose , and determined it to a settled course and sphere of action , from which if it in the least devi- ates , it becomes unfit to answer those ends for which it was designed . In like manner it is in the ...
... thing to a certain use and purpose , and determined it to a settled course and sphere of action , from which if it in the least devi- ates , it becomes unfit to answer those ends for which it was designed . In like manner it is in the ...
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... thing disposes itself into order as it were of course , and the whole work is half done as soon as undertaken . Cicero's genius inclined him to oratory , Virgil's to follow the train of the Muses ; they piously obeyed the admonition ...
... thing disposes itself into order as it were of course , and the whole work is half done as soon as undertaken . Cicero's genius inclined him to oratory , Virgil's to follow the train of the Muses ; they piously obeyed the admonition ...
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... thing by compulsion and constraint ; and if we are not satisfied to go her way , we are always the greatest sufferers by it . Wherever Nature designs a production , she always disposes seeds proper for it , which are as absolutely ...
... thing by compulsion and constraint ; and if we are not satisfied to go her way , we are always the greatest sufferers by it . Wherever Nature designs a production , she always disposes seeds proper for it , which are as absolutely ...
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... thing that was vicious , and recom- mend every thing that was laudable , to intercede with heaven for the innocent , and to implore its ven- geance on the criminal . Homer and Hesiod intimate to us how this art should be applied , when ...
... thing that was vicious , and recom- mend every thing that was laudable , to intercede with heaven for the innocent , and to implore its ven- geance on the criminal . Homer and Hesiod intimate to us how this art should be applied , when ...
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Sida 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Sida 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Sida 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Sida 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Sida 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Sida 369 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Sida 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
Sida 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Sida 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Sida 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...