The British Essayists;: TatlerJ. 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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cannot attend to either , without stealing looks at the persons whose eyes are
fixed upon them . By this means , my petitioners say , they find themselves grow
insensibly less offended , and in time enamoured of tliese their enemies . What is
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cannot attend to either , without stealing looks at the persons whose eyes are
fixed upon them . By this means , my petitioners say , they find themselves grow
insensibly less offended , and in time enamoured of tliese their enemies . What is
...
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Her anger at this usage immediately appeared in every muscle of her face , and
after many emotions , which glistened in her eyes , she cast them round the
whole house , and gave them softness in the face of every man she had ever
seen ...
Her anger at this usage immediately appeared in every muscle of her face , and
after many emotions , which glistened in her eyes , she cast them round the
whole house , and gave them softness in the face of every man she had ever
seen ...
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What jewel can the charming Cleora place in her ears , that can please her
beholders so much as her eyes ? The cluster of diamonds upon the breast can
add no beauty to the fair chest of ivory which supports it . It may indeed tempt a
man to ...
What jewel can the charming Cleora place in her ears , that can please her
beholders so much as her eyes ? The cluster of diamonds upon the breast can
add no beauty to the fair chest of ivory which supports it . It may indeed tempt a
man to ...
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Every glance of her eye cast a track of light where it fell , that revived the spring ,
and made all things smile about her . ... There was something mean and vulgar ,
but at the same time exceeding bold and daring , in her air ; her eyes were full of
...
Every glance of her eye cast a track of light where it fell , that revived the spring ,
and made all things smile about her . ... There was something mean and vulgar ,
but at the same time exceeding bold and daring , in her air ; her eyes were full of
...
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The other wore a rostral crown upon her bead , and kept her eyes fixed upon a
compass . I was wonderfully pleased in ranging through this delightful place , and
the more so , because it was not incumbered with fences and inclosures ; until at
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The other wore a rostral crown upon her bead , and kept her eyes fixed upon a
compass . I was wonderfully pleased in ranging through this delightful place , and
the more so , because it was not incumbered with fences and inclosures ; until at
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Página 186 - The first sense of sorrow I ever knew was upon the death of my father, at which time I was not quite five years of age; but was rather amazed at what all the house meant, than possessed with a real understanding why nobody was willing to play with me.
Página 186 - I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a beating the coffin, and calling "Papa"; for I know not how I had some slight idea that he was locked up there.
Página 187 - Hence it is, that good nature in me is no merit; but having been so frequently overwhelmed with her tears before I knew the cause of any affliction, or could draw defences from my own judgment, I imbibed commiseration, remorse, and an unmanly gentleness of mind, which has since insnared me into ten thousand calamities...
Página 98 - YESTERDAY came hither about two hours before the company generally make their appearance, with a design to read over all the newspapers ; but upon my sitting down I was accosted by Ned Softly, who saw me from a corner in the other end of the room, where I found he had been writing something.
Página 118 - Othello, the mixture of love that intruded upon his mind upon the innocent answers Desdemona makes, betrayed in his gesture such a variety, and vicissitude of passions as would admonish a man to be afraid of his own heart, and perfectly convince him that it is to stab it, to admit that worst of daggers, jealousy.
Página 109 - ... when in the height of our mirth, Sir Timothy, who makes love to my friend's eldest daughter, came in amongst us puffing and blowing as if he had been very much out of breath. He immediately called for a chair, and desired leave to sit down, without any further ceremony. I asked him, ' Where he had been ? Whether he was out of order ? ' He only replied, that he was quite spent, and fell a cursing in soliloquy. I could hear him cry, ' A wicked rogue ! — An execrable wretch ! — Was there ever...
Página 220 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Página 187 - Untimely or unhappy deaths are what we are most apt to lament ; so little are we able to make it indifferent when a thing happens, though we know it must happen. Thus we groan under life, and bewail those who are relieved from it. Every object that returns to our imagination...
Página 188 - ... why this cruelty to the humble, to the meek, to the undiscerning, to the thoughtless? Nor age, nor business, nor distress can erase the dear image from my imagination. In the same week, I saw her dressed for a ball, and in a shroud. How ill did the habit of death become the pretty trifler!
Página 56 - ... the upholsterer? I saw he was reduced to extreme poverty, by certain shabby superfluities in his dress : for, notwithstanding that it was a very sultry day for the time of the year, he wore a loose...