The British Essayists;: ObserverJ. 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], 1807 |
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... observation upon these poets , and the author's address to his readers upon this ' portion of his work . 149. Account of the new comedy of the Greeks , and of the several writers of that æra . Anecdotes of Me- nander . 150. Various ...
... observation upon these poets , and the author's address to his readers upon this ' portion of his work . 149. Account of the new comedy of the Greeks , and of the several writers of that æra . Anecdotes of Me- nander . 150. Various ...
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... observed to her , as an apology for the freedom of her advice , that she had a right to some little experience of the world more than had yet fallen to the other's lot ; to which Louisa replied with some tartness True ! for you have ...
... observed to her , as an apology for the freedom of her advice , that she had a right to some little experience of the world more than had yet fallen to the other's lot ; to which Louisa replied with some tartness True ! for you have ...
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... observe that you have a double call upon you for discretion ; you are a married wo- man . ' Perhaps that very circumstance may be a proof of my indiscretion . ' How so , madam ! I may venture to say my brother Sir Paul was no ...
... observe that you have a double call upon you for discretion ; you are a married wo- man . ' Perhaps that very circumstance may be a proof of my indiscretion . ' How so , madam ! I may venture to say my brother Sir Paul was no ...
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... observed to Sir Paul , that for his son Lionel he had this to say , that want of honour was never amongst his failings ; nay it was never to be charged with impunity against any member of his family , and that to prevent any im ...
... observed to Sir Paul , that for his son Lionel he had this to say , that want of honour was never amongst his failings ; nay it was never to be charged with impunity against any member of his family , and that to prevent any im ...
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... observations in life have not been such as should dispose me to deal in melancholy descriptions and desponding la- mentations over the enormities of the age : too many indeed may be found , who are languid in the prac- tice of religion ...
... observations in life have not been such as should dispose me to deal in melancholy descriptions and desponding la- mentations over the enormities of the age : too many indeed may be found , who are languid in the prac- tice of religion ...
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Seite 48 - 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 116 - Hill, Smit with the love of sacred Song; but chief Thee Sion and the flowrie Brooks beneath That wash thy hallowd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Seite 205 - Echo my lord, and lick away a moth: 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.
Seite 246 - 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 205 - mongst clods and clodpoles, here on earth. I muse, the mystery was not made a science, It is so liberally profest ! almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or sub-parasites.
Seite 205 - 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 278 - 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 203 - I am pleased t'unmask a public vice. I fear no strumpet's drugs, nor ruffian's stab, Should I detect their hateful luxuries: No broker's, usurer's, or lawyer's gripe, Were I disposed to say, they are all corrupt. I fear no courtier's frown, should I applaud The easy flexure of his supple hams.
Seite 303 - Only preserve me from the law, kind Gods, And I will thank you for my poverty. Extremes of fortune are true wisdom's test, And he's of men most wise, who bears them best.
Seite 235 - And convoy'd by huge bowls of frumenty, That with their generous odours scent the air. — You stagger me to tell of these good days, And yet to live with us on our hard fare, When death's a deed as easy as to drink. If your mouth waters now, what had it done, Could you have seen our delicate fine thrushes Hot from the spit, with myrtle-berries cramrn'd, And larded well with celandine and parsley, Bob at your hungry lips, crying — Come, eat me!