The Preceptor: Containing a General Course of Education, Band 1Robert Dodsley R. and J. Dodsley, 1754 |
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... Seems to merit particular Regard , as it promises to be of great Ufe in that important Point , the EDUCATION of YOUTH , are graciously pleafed to condefcend to his Requeft . And we do therefore by thefe Prefents , So far as may be ...
... Seems to merit particular Regard , as it promises to be of great Ufe in that important Point , the EDUCATION of YOUTH , are graciously pleafed to condefcend to his Requeft . And we do therefore by thefe Prefents , So far as may be ...
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... seems neceffary to scatter in its Way fuch Allurements as may withhold it from an useless and unbounded Diffipation ; fuch as may regulate it without Violence , and direct it without Restraint ; fuch as may fuit every Inclination , and ...
... seems neceffary to scatter in its Way fuch Allurements as may withhold it from an useless and unbounded Diffipation ; fuch as may regulate it without Violence , and direct it without Restraint ; fuch as may fuit every Inclination , and ...
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... seems pregnant , whilft an unknown Force works on the Mind , and dubious Objects move the wakeful Sense . Myfterious Voices are either heard or fancy'd , and various Forms of Deity feem to present themselves , and appear more manifeft ...
... seems pregnant , whilft an unknown Force works on the Mind , and dubious Objects move the wakeful Sense . Myfterious Voices are either heard or fancy'd , and various Forms of Deity feem to present themselves , and appear more manifeft ...
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... seems , will taint the pure Blood of the Nobility ! Why , if they think fo , let them take care to match their Sifters and Daughters with Men of their own Sort . No Plebeian will do Violence to the Daughter of a Patrician . Those are ...
... seems , will taint the pure Blood of the Nobility ! Why , if they think fo , let them take care to match their Sifters and Daughters with Men of their own Sort . No Plebeian will do Violence to the Daughter of a Patrician . Those are ...
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... seem'd to have prescrib'd to it ; the Shores of Africa , and the Shores of Italy . The Gods did not give us that Mind . On both Sides we have been fo eager after foreign Poffeffions , as to put our own to the Hazard of War . Rome and ...
... seem'd to have prescrib'd to it ; the Shores of Africa , and the Shores of Italy . The Gods did not give us that Mind . On both Sides we have been fo eager after foreign Poffeffions , as to put our own to the Hazard of War . Rome and ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 61 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Seite 58 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 26 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Seite 26 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 56 - They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 65 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 26 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Seite 419 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Seite 65 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.