The Spectator [by J. Addison and others]. With hist. and biogr. preface, and explanatory notes, Volum 81823 |
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Side 18
... sure the whole human species marching one after another , and throwing down their several loads , which immediately grew into a prodigious moun- tain that seemed to rise above the clouds . There was a certain lady of a thin airy shape ...
... sure the whole human species marching one after another , and throwing down their several loads , which immediately grew into a prodigious moun- tain that seemed to rise above the clouds . There was a certain lady of a thin airy shape ...
Side 32
... sure . By this means they are acquainted with all the widow- hunters about town , who often afford them great diversion . There is an honest Irish gentleman , it seems , who knows nothing of this society , but at different times has ...
... sure . By this means they are acquainted with all the widow- hunters about town , who often afford them great diversion . There is an honest Irish gentleman , it seems , who knows nothing of this society , but at different times has ...
Side 35
... sure to meet with more upon Monsieur Montaigne than of either of them . The younger Scaliger , who seems to have been no great friend to this author , after having acquainted the world that his father sold herrings , adds these words ...
... sure to meet with more upon Monsieur Montaigne than of either of them . The younger Scaliger , who seems to have been no great friend to this author , after having acquainted the world that his father sold herrings , adds these words ...
Side 57
... sure of , that if a certain prince should concur with a certain pre- late , ( and we have Monsieur Z ― n's word for it ) our posterity would be in a sweet p - ckle . Must the British nation suffer , forsooth , because my lady Q - p - t ...
... sure of , that if a certain prince should concur with a certain pre- late , ( and we have Monsieur Z ― n's word for it ) our posterity would be in a sweet p - ckle . Must the British nation suffer , forsooth , because my lady Q - p - t ...
Side 78
... sure relief To draw the pointed steel and ease the grief . This Venus brings , in clouds involv'd ; and brews Th ' extracted liquor with ambrosian dews , And od❜rous panacee ; unseen she stands , Temp'ring the mixture with her heav'nly ...
... sure relief To draw the pointed steel and ease the grief . This Venus brings , in clouds involv'd ; and brews Th ' extracted liquor with ambrosian dews , And od❜rous panacee ; unseen she stands , Temp'ring the mixture with her heav'nly ...
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The Spectator [by J. Addison and others]. With hist. and biogr ..., Volum 1 Spectator The Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1823 |
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Side 116 - I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell ; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell : God knoweth ;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.
Side 310 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Side 125 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield; but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Side 310 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Side 49 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Side 158 - God's existence, by telling us that he comprehends infinite duration in every moment : that eternity is with him...
Side 45 - ... appeared one after another, until the whole firmament was in a glow. The blueness of the ether was exceedingly heightened and enlivened by the season of the year, and by the rays of all those luminaries that passed through it. The galaxy appeared in its most beautiful white. To complete the scene, the full moon rose at length in that clouded majesty...
Side 310 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Side 103 - I think, is a thinking intelligent being, that has reason and reflection, and can consider itself as itself, the same thinking thing, in different times and places...
Side 213 - How slowly Time creeps, till my Phebe return, While amidst the soft Zephyr's cool breezes I burn ; Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes ! bring hither my dear ! And rest so much longer for't, when she is here. " Ah ! Colin ! old Time is full of delay ; Nor will budge one foot faster, for all thou canst say...