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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Strona 6
... thoughts on every side , in quest of something that may solace or amuse him ; he proposes happiness to himself , first in one scheme and then in another ; and at last finds that nothing will satisfy : fam neque Hamadryades rursum , nec ...
... thoughts on every side , in quest of something that may solace or amuse him ; he proposes happiness to himself , first in one scheme and then in another ; and at last finds that nothing will satisfy : fam neque Hamadryades rursum , nec ...
Strona 12
... thought by some the least of his excellencies , has , doubtless , con- ceived and carried on the machinery in his Rape of the Lock , ' with vast exuberance of fancy . The images , customs and employments of his Sylphs , are exactly ...
... thought by some the least of his excellencies , has , doubtless , con- ceived and carried on the machinery in his Rape of the Lock , ' with vast exuberance of fancy . The images , customs and employments of his Sylphs , are exactly ...
Strona 37
... DEAR BROTHER , THE thirst of glory is I think allowed , even by the the dull dogs who can sit still long enough to write books , to be a noble appetite . VOL . XXV . E My ambition is to be thought a man of life N ° 98 . 37 ADVENTURER .
... DEAR BROTHER , THE thirst of glory is I think allowed , even by the the dull dogs who can sit still long enough to write books , to be a noble appetite . VOL . XXV . E My ambition is to be thought a man of life N ° 98 . 37 ADVENTURER .
Strona 38
... thought proper to distinguish themselves by the titles of Buck , Blood , and Nerve . When I am in the country , I am always on horse - back , and I leap or break every hedge and gate that stands in my way : when I am in town , I am ...
... thought proper to distinguish themselves by the titles of Buck , Blood , and Nerve . When I am in the country , I am always on horse - back , and I leap or break every hedge and gate that stands in my way : when I am in town , I am ...
Strona 41
... thought fit to interpose ; and their achievements are with great solemnity re- hearsed and recorded in a temple , of which I know not the celestial appellation , but on earth it is called Justice Hall in the Old Bailey . As the rest are ...
... thought fit to interpose ; and their achievements are with great solemnity re- hearsed and recorded in a temple , of which I know not the celestial appellation , but on earth it is called Justice Hall in the Old Bailey . As the rest are ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Catiline censure character circumstances Clodio considered contempt countenance Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes desire Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN endeavour equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify happiness heart Hilario honour hope hour imagination impatient increase insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less live look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetually pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch poet portunity Posidippus present produced proportion Prospero Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments servant Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman sometimes soon Sophocles suffer Sycorax Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus thou thought tion truth TUESDAY uncon VIRG Virgil virtue wish wretched writer Xerxes
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Strona 12 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 134 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...
Strona 302 - It was said of Socrates that he brought Philosophy down from heaven, to inhabit among men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffeehouses.
Strona 194 - 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 32 - I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset ; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock.
Strona 149 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.