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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... thee Censor of the age's crimes ! Rome now must needs reform , and vice be stopt , For a third Cato from the clouds is dropt . DRYDEN . To the Reverend , but Officious , Mr. Simon Olive- branch . Sir , I HAVE been a long time floating ...
... thee Censor of the age's crimes ! Rome now must needs reform , and vice be stopt , For a third Cato from the clouds is dropt . DRYDEN . To the Reverend , but Officious , Mr. Simon Olive- branch . Sir , I HAVE been a long time floating ...
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... thee The Mountain brim , French Liberty . And if I give thee puffing due , Fun , admit me of thy crew , To pig with her , and pig with thee , In everlasting frolicks free ; To hear the sweep begin his beat , And , squalling , startle ...
... thee The Mountain brim , French Liberty . And if I give thee puffing due , Fun , admit me of thy crew , To pig with her , and pig with thee , In everlasting frolicks free ; To hear the sweep begin his beat , And , squalling , startle ...
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... thee I wish to live . N ° 54. SATURDAY , MAY 25 . Civitatem quis deceat status Curo , et urbi solicitus timeo . The care of this great city is upon my mind , and occasions me much anxiety and alarm . THERE lived an Athenian , of the ...
... thee I wish to live . N ° 54. SATURDAY , MAY 25 . Civitatem quis deceat status Curo , et urbi solicitus timeo . The care of this great city is upon my mind , and occasions me much anxiety and alarm . THERE lived an Athenian , of the ...
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... thee , child of my bosom , take prudent care of thyself in that gay city ; and for the few days that thou remainest there , harden thy little heart against the seductions of cunning folk and naughty women , that will be aimed at thy ...
... thee , child of my bosom , take prudent care of thyself in that gay city ; and for the few days that thou remainest there , harden thy little heart against the seductions of cunning folk and naughty women , that will be aimed at thy ...
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... thee , Doting on thy youthful charms ; Summer , longing to infold thee , Pulls thee to his ardent arms . My paper owes , methinks , a kind of annual tribute to the Spring : under its auspices it began , and start- ed into life with the ...
... thee , Doting on thy youthful charms ; Summer , longing to infold thee , Pulls thee to his ardent arms . My paper owes , methinks , a kind of annual tribute to the Spring : under its auspices it began , and start- ed into life with the ...
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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...