The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volumer 21-22 |
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... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of ...
... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will ex- emplify the truth of ...
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... lady remarkable for her beauty and her wit ; his age is that in which manhood is said to be complete , his constitution is vigorous , his person graceful , and his understanding strong . I found him in full health , lolling in an easy ...
... lady remarkable for her beauty and her wit ; his age is that in which manhood is said to be complete , his constitution is vigorous , his person graceful , and his understanding strong . I found him in full health , lolling in an easy ...
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... lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and economy , to indulge her with a rout twice a week at her own house . This soon multiplied her obligations to the company she kept , and in a fortnight she ...
... lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and economy , to indulge her with a rout twice a week at her own house . This soon multiplied her obligations to the company she kept , and in a fortnight she ...
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... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an old gouty uncle , had assented to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foibles , in full expectation of being made his executrix ; when happening к3 NO . 109 . 101 ADVENTURER .
... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an old gouty uncle , had assented to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foibles , in full expectation of being made his executrix ; when happening к3 NO . 109 . 101 ADVENTURER .
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... lady , upon whom you look so earnestly , is a grocer's wife in the city . Her disorder was oc- casioned by her seeing at court , last Twelfth - night , the daughter of Mr. Alderman Squeeze , oil - man , in a sack far richer and more ...
... lady , upon whom you look so earnestly , is a grocer's wife in the city . Her disorder was oc- casioned by her seeing at court , last Twelfth - night , the daughter of Mr. Alderman Squeeze , oil - man , in a sack far richer and more ...
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Side 25 - 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.
Side 7 - 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.
Side 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Side 26 - 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.
Side 168 - 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!
Side 115 - 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...
Side 127 - 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?
Side 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Side 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Side 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?