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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Pagina 3
... once splendid and pleasing , and is elevated with grandeur of language worthy of the first of Roman poets ; but I am not able to reconcile myself to the disproportion , between the performance and the occasion that produced it : that ...
... once splendid and pleasing , and is elevated with grandeur of language worthy of the first of Roman poets ; but I am not able to reconcile myself to the disproportion , between the performance and the occasion that produced it : that ...
Pagina 11
... once Thou call'st me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vext Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms , and who rejoice to listen to the solemn curfew ; ' by whose ...
... once Thou call'st me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vext Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms , and who rejoice to listen to the solemn curfew ; ' by whose ...
Pagina 20
... once the utmost of his ambition , and of renewing that pursuit which alone had made him happy , such was the pungency of his regret , that in the despair of recovering the money which he knew had produced nothing but riot , disease ...
... once the utmost of his ambition , and of renewing that pursuit which alone had made him happy , such was the pungency of his regret , that in the despair of recovering the money which he knew had produced nothing but riot , disease ...
Pagina 28
... once struck with a sense of his good fortune ; and was so affected by a retrospect of his danger , that he could scarce be lieve it to be past . How providential , ' said he , was it , that I did not stay to drink another dish . of tea ...
... once struck with a sense of his good fortune ; and was so affected by a retrospect of his danger , that he could scarce be lieve it to be past . How providential , ' said he , was it , that I did not stay to drink another dish . of tea ...
Pagina 34
... once highly poetical , and exactly suited to the wildness of the speaker : Pray you tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot - fall.- I always lament that our author has not preserved this fierce and implacable spirit in ...
... once highly poetical , and exactly suited to the wildness of the speaker : Pray you tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot - fall.- I always lament that our author has not preserved this fierce and implacable spirit in ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Boileau Caprinus Catiline censure character Clodio considered contempt Cordelia countenance courage Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN equal Euripides evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify guilt happiness hast heart Hilario honour hope imagination impatient increased insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetual person pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch portunity Posidippus present produced Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman solitude sometimes soon Sophocles suffer superaddition Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus things thou thought tion told truth TUESDAY tural uncon utmost VIRG virtue wish wretched writers
Populaire passages
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 195 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 34 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Pagina 150 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Pagina 135 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 12 - 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.
Pagina 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.