The British Essayists, Band 40Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1807 |
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... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
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... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
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... once felt the slightest twinge of the gout . His eyes no sooner open to the morning light than he begins to quarrel with the weather ; it rains , and he wanted to ride ; it is sun- shine and he meant to go a fishing ; he would hunt only ...
... once felt the slightest twinge of the gout . His eyes no sooner open to the morning light than he begins to quarrel with the weather ; it rains , and he wanted to ride ; it is sun- shine and he meant to go a fishing ; he would hunt only ...
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... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
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... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
... once a week or thereabouts , fondling her lap - dog , who is a dear sweet pretty creature , and so sensible , and taking the air now and then on a pillion behind faithful John , who is so careful of her and so handy , and at the same ...
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Seite 23 - For if the blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer sprinkling the unclean, sanctifieth. to the purifying of the flesh : How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?
Seite 133 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Seite 113 - Away! Who is so patient of this impious world That he can check his spirit, or rein his tongue? Or who hath such a dead, unfeeling sense, That Heaven's horrid thunders cannot wake? To see the earth, cracked with the weight of sin, Hell gaping under us, and o'er our heads Black, ravenous ruin, with her sail-stretched wings, Ready to sink us down, and cover us.
Seite 115 - But your fine elegant rascal, that can rise, And stoop, almost together, like an arrow; Shoot through the air as nimbly as a star; Turn short as doth a swallow; and be here, And there, and here, and yonder, all at once; Present to any humour, all occasion; And change a visor, swifter than a thought!
Seite 155 - Nay, my good friend, but hear me, I confess Man is the child of sorrow, and this world, In which we breathe, hath cares enough to plague us, But it hath means withal to soothe these cares, And he, who meditates on other's woes, Shall in that meditation lose his own : Call, then, the tragic poet to your aid.
Seite 115 - Almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or sub-parasites. And yet I mean not those that have your bare town-art...
Seite 113 - I'll strip the ragged follies of the time Naked as at their birth . . . and with a whip of steel Print wounding lashes in their iron ribs.
Seite 10 - Madam, your most obedient ' And most humble servant, LIONEL MORTIMER/ Every hope being extinguished by the receipt of" this letter, the disconsolate Rachel became henceforth one of the most miserable of human beings : after venting a torrent of rage against her brother, she turned her back upon his house for ever, and undetermined where to fix, whilst at intervals she can scarce be said to be in possession of her senses,.
Seite 161 - That every thing contains within itself The seeds and sources of its own corruption : The cankering rust corrodes the brightest steel: The moth frets out your garment, and the worm Eats its slow way into the solid oak ; But Envy, of all evil things the worst, The same to-day, to-morrow, and for ever. Saps and consumes the heart in which it lurks.
Seite 124 - By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand : By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store ; And when our fleets are summoned to the fight, Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.