The British Essayists;: The Looker-onJ. 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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... imagination there springs as much discontent as from any thing in our external condition . We must carry therefore to this state of worldly advancement a mind exercised to forbearance , by frequent disappointment , in order to profit by ...
... imagination there springs as much discontent as from any thing in our external condition . We must carry therefore to this state of worldly advancement a mind exercised to forbearance , by frequent disappointment , in order to profit by ...
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... imagination , he conceived that Jupiter had given him a job , which was to construct another globe that should be free from the inconveniences to which that which had already been formed by himself was so liable , as he had it in ...
... imagination , he conceived that Jupiter had given him a job , which was to construct another globe that should be free from the inconveniences to which that which had already been formed by himself was so liable , as he had it in ...
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... imaginations of our British youth , to furnish them with weapons against themselves . I propose , therefore , that these pads be changed into padlocks , or virgin zones , or something of a less scandalous and suspicious appear- ance ...
... imaginations of our British youth , to furnish them with weapons against themselves . I propose , therefore , that these pads be changed into padlocks , or virgin zones , or something of a less scandalous and suspicious appear- ance ...
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... imaginations , that depends upon the complexion of the teacher . It has sometimes a red face and a fiery deportment ; sometimes a sleek countenance and a white hand ; and sometimes a saturnine pomposity of aspect , that can afford to ...
... imaginations , that depends upon the complexion of the teacher . It has sometimes a red face and a fiery deportment ; sometimes a sleek countenance and a white hand ; and sometimes a saturnine pomposity of aspect , that can afford to ...
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... imagination ; and when I place myself at table , I sit under the sword of Damocles , or , like the Governor of Barataria , amidst contraband delica- cies . The real source of half the prodigality in the world , is not in the excess of ...
... imagination ; and when I place myself at table , I sit under the sword of Damocles , or , like the Governor of Barataria , amidst contraband delica- cies . The real source of half the prodigality in the world , is not in the excess of ...
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Sida 163 - May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is? 20 For thou bringest certain strange things to our ears: we would know therefore what these things mean. 21 (For all the Athenians, and strangers which were there, spent their time in nothing else, but either to tell or to hear some new thing...
Sida 59 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Sida 193 - He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, And hangeth the earth upon nothing. He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds ; And the cloud is not rent under them.
Sida 194 - He divideth the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smiteth through the proud. By his spirit he hath garnished the heavens ; his hand hath formed the crooked Serpent.
Sida 49 - Il rappelle à soi toute l'autorité de la table, et il ya un moindre inconvénient à la lui laisser entière qu'à la lui disputer ; le vin et les viandes n'ajoutent rien à son caractère. Si l'on joue, il gagne au jeu ; il veut railler celui qui perd, et il l'offense ; les rieurs sont pour lui, il n'ya sorte de fatuités qu'on ne lui passe. Je cède enfin et je disparais, incapable de souffrir plus longtemps Théodecte et ceux qui le souffrent.
Sida 49 - ... il mange , il boit , il conte, il plaisante, il interrompt tout à la fois; il n'a nul discernement des personnes , ni du maître , ni des conviés ; il abuse de la folle déférence qu'on a pour lui.
Sida 156 - Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state; But transient is the smile of fate! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Sida 15 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker ! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or Thy work, He hath no hands...
Sida 194 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Sida 92 - Now, all amid the rigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...