The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volumer 21-22 |
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... once splendid and pleasing , and is elevated with grandeur of language worthy of the first of Roman poets ; but I am not able to re- concile myself to the disproportion between the per- formance and the occasion that produced it : that ...
... once splendid and pleasing , and is elevated with grandeur of language worthy of the first of Roman poets ; but I am not able to re- concile myself to the disproportion between the per- formance and the occasion that produced it : that ...
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... once Thou call'dst me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms , and who rejoice to listen to the solemn curfew ; ' by ...
... once Thou call'dst me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms , and who rejoice to listen to the solemn curfew ; ' by ...
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... once the utmost of his am- bition , and of renewing that pursuit which alone had made him happy , such was the pungency of his re- gret , that in the despair of recovering the money which he knew had produced nothing but riot , dis ...
... once the utmost of his am- bition , and of renewing that pursuit which alone had made him happy , such was the pungency of his re- gret , that in the despair of recovering the money which he knew had produced nothing but riot , dis ...
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... once struck with a sense of his good for- tune ; and was so affected by a retrospect of his dan- ger , that he could scarce believe it to be past . How providential , ' said he , was it , that I did not stay to drink another dish of tea ...
... once struck with a sense of his good for- tune ; and was so affected by a retrospect of his dan- ger , that he could scarce believe it to be past . How providential , ' said he , was it , that I did not stay to drink another dish of tea ...
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... once highly poetical , and exactly suited to the wildness of the speaker : Pray you tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot - fall.- I always lament that our author has not preserved this fierce and implacable spirit in ...
... once highly poetical , and exactly suited to the wildness of the speaker : Pray you tread softly , that the blind mole may not Hear a foot - fall.- I always lament that our author has not preserved this fierce and implacable spirit in ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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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?