The British Essayists;: Observer
J. 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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Página 255 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, — senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter as a Christian is?
Página 28 - Your mind is tossing on the ocean, There, where your argosies ' with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings.
Página 205 - But there was a certain man, called Simon, which beforetime in the same city used sorcery, and bewitched the people of Samaria, giving out that himself was some great one : 10 To whom they all gave heed, from the least to the greatest, saying, This man is the great power of God.
Página 179 - Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs; Or, ' Have you nothing new to-day From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?' Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.
Página 336 - I saw the apparition move from the bed side, and clap up against the wall that divided their room and mine. I went and stood directly against it within my arm's length of it, and asked it, in the name of God, what it was, that made it come disturbing of us ? I stood some time expecting an answer and receiving none, and thinking it might be some fellow hid in the room to fright me, I put out my arm to feel it, and my hand seemingly went through the body of it, and felt no manner of substance till...
Página 74 - Fill'd with such pictures as Tiberius took From Elephantis, and dull Aretine But coldly imitated. Then, my glasses Cut in more subtle angles, to disperse And multiply the figures, as I walk Naked between my succubae. My mists I'll have of perfume, vapour'd 'bout the room, To lose ourselves in...
Página 178 - Tis (let me see) three years and more, (October next it will be four) Since HARLEY bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend ; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, "What's-o'elock?" And, «How's the wind!" " Whose chariot's that we left behind?
Página 74 - I'll go look A little, how it heightens. [Exit. Mam. Do.— My shirts I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet, soft and light As cobwebs ; and for all my other raiment, It shall be such as might provoke the Persian, Were he to teach the world riot anew. My gloves of fishes and birds' skins, perfumed With gums of paradise, and eastern air — Sur.
Página 196 - ... reproach, who is a stranger to the guilt that is implied in it ? or, subject himself to the penalty, when he knows he has never committed the crime ? This is a piece of fortitude, which every one owes to his own innocence, and without which it is impossible for a man of any merit, or figure, to live at peace with himself, in a country that abounds with wit and liberty.
Página 263 - What is there in France to be learned more than in England, but falsehood in friendship, perfect slovenry, and to love no man but for my pleasure ? I have known some that have continued there by the space of half a dozen years, and when they came home, they have hid a little weerish lean face under a broad French hat, kept a terrible coil with the dust in the street in their long cloaks of grey paper, and spoken English strangely.