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Side 12
... shall his flight restrain , While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power , Shrink his thin 12 NO . 93 . ADVENTURER . On the Taste or Whim for Chinese chitecture and Furniture W WHITEHEAD.
... shall his flight restrain , While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain ; Or alum styptics with contracting power , Shrink his thin 12 NO . 93 . ADVENTURER . On the Taste or Whim for Chinese chitecture and Furniture W WHITEHEAD.
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... which is spent in the prosecution of some purpose to which our powers are equal , and which we , therefore , prosecute with success : for this reason , it is absurd to c 2 NO . 94 . 15 ADVENTURER . Absurd Taste in Gardening-'Squire.
... which is spent in the prosecution of some purpose to which our powers are equal , and which we , therefore , prosecute with success : for this reason , it is absurd to c 2 NO . 94 . 15 ADVENTURER . Absurd Taste in Gardening-'Squire.
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... taste of his contemporaries , and skill to gratify it , will have always an opportunity to deserve well of mankind , by conveying instruction to them in a grateful vehicle . There are , likewise , many modes of composition , by which a ...
... taste of his contemporaries , and skill to gratify it , will have always an opportunity to deserve well of mankind , by conveying instruction to them in a grateful vehicle . There are , likewise , many modes of composition , by which a ...
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... taste- ful , and whose sleep is sweet , remember , without exultation and delight , the seasons in which he has pined in the languor of inappetence , and counted the watches of the night with restless anxiety ? Is an acquiescence in the ...
... taste- ful , and whose sleep is sweet , remember , without exultation and delight , the seasons in which he has pined in the languor of inappetence , and counted the watches of the night with restless anxiety ? Is an acquiescence in the ...
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... tastes , capacities , and dispositions : the scale , how- ever , consists of eight degrees ; Greenhorn , Jemmy , Jessamy , Smart , Honest Fellow , Joyous Spirit , Buck , and Blood . As I have myself passed through the whole series , I ...
... tastes , capacities , and dispositions : the scale , how- ever , consists of eight degrees ; Greenhorn , Jemmy , Jessamy , Smart , Honest Fellow , Joyous Spirit , Buck , and Blood . As I have myself passed through the whole series , I ...
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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?