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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Página 71
... with which she had before reflected on the decree of the Fairy , that she should be sought in mar , riage by a sovereign prince , ' was now at an end , · It was the custom of the nobles to present their N ° 103 . 71 ADVENTURER .
... with which she had before reflected on the decree of the Fairy , that she should be sought in mar , riage by a sovereign prince , ' was now at an end , · It was the custom of the nobles to present their N ° 103 . 71 ADVENTURER .
Página 82
... reflects equal honour on the critic , and on the comedian . Quintilian has here painted Menander with as lively and expres- sive strokes , as Menander had characterised the Athenians . Boileau , in his celebrated eighth satire , has not ...
... reflects equal honour on the critic , and on the comedian . Quintilian has here painted Menander with as lively and expres- sive strokes , as Menander had characterised the Athenians . Boileau , in his celebrated eighth satire , has not ...
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... reflection , worthy even that divine religion , which the last - men- tioned writers so impotently endeavoured to deride . It relates to the forgiveness of enemies , a precept not totally unknown to the ancient sages , as hath rashly ...
... reflection , worthy even that divine religion , which the last - men- tioned writers so impotently endeavoured to deride . It relates to the forgiveness of enemies , a precept not totally unknown to the ancient sages , as hath rashly ...
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... reflection upon his own folly for resigning his crown ; and a solemn invocation to Nature , to heap the most ... reflects : Ha ! is it come to this ? Let it be so ! I have another daughter , Who , I am sure , is kind and comfortable ...
... reflection upon his own folly for resigning his crown ; and a solemn invocation to Nature , to heap the most ... reflects : Ha ! is it come to this ? Let it be so ! I have another daughter , Who , I am sure , is kind and comfortable ...
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... reflection : Thou wert better in thy grave , than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies . Is man no more than this ? Consider him well . Thou ow'st the worm no silk , the beast no hide , the sheep no wool , the ...
... reflection : Thou wert better in thy grave , than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies . Is man no more than this ? Consider him well . Thou ow'st the worm no silk , the beast no hide , the sheep no wool , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Boileau Caprinus Catiline censure character Clodio considered contempt Cordelia countenance courage Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN equal Euripides evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify guilt happiness hast heart Hilario honour hope imagination impatient increased insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetual person pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch portunity Posidippus present produced Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman solitude sometimes soon Sophocles suffer superaddition Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus things thou thought tion told truth TUESDAY tural uncon utmost VIRG virtue wish wretched writers
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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.