The British Essayists;: AdventurerJ. 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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... father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel . lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The ...
... father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel . lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The ...
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... father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceedingly solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked , when he suddenly hears with astonishment ...
... father was drowned in the late tempest , is exceedingly solemn and striking . He is sitting upon a solitary rock , and weeping over - against the place where he imagined his father was wrecked , when he suddenly hears with astonishment ...
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... father's aërial agents , is a stroke of nature worthy admiration : as are likewise her entreaties to her father not to use him harshly , by the power of his art ; Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ...
... father's aërial agents , is a stroke of nature worthy admiration : as are likewise her entreaties to her father not to use him harshly , by the power of his art ; Why speaks my father so ungently ? This Is the third man that e'er I saw ...
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... father was a wealthy farmer in Yorkshire ; and when I was near eighteen years of age , he brought me up to London , and put me apprentice to a considerable shopkeeper in the city . There was an aukward modest simplicity in my manner ...
... father was a wealthy farmer in Yorkshire ; and when I was near eighteen years of age , he brought me up to London , and put me apprentice to a considerable shopkeeper in the city . There was an aukward modest simplicity in my manner ...
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... father having allowed me thirty pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an eminent city taylor , with se- veral waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a ...
... father having allowed me thirty pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an eminent city taylor , with se- veral waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a ...
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Página 32 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Página 195 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 194 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 34 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 150 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Página 135 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Página 192 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Página 151 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 12 - On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 15 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.