The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volumer 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... least of his excellences , has , doubtless , conceived and carried on the machinery in his ' Rape of the Lock , ' with vast exuberance of fancy . The images , customs , and employments of his Sylphs , are exactly adapted to their ...
... least of his excellences , has , doubtless , conceived and carried on the machinery in his ' Rape of the Lock , ' with vast exuberance of fancy . The images , customs , and employments of his Sylphs , are exactly adapted to their ...
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... least , was a Toledo ; and in proportion as I knew my dress to be elegant , I was less solicitous to be neat . My acquaintance now increased every hour ; I was attended , flattered , and caressed ; was often invited to entertainments ...
... least , was a Toledo ; and in proportion as I knew my dress to be elegant , I was less solicitous to be neat . My acquaintance now increased every hour ; I was attended , flattered , and caressed ; was often invited to entertainments ...
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... least proportion to the sublimities and excellences with which their works abound . " 1 . I am , Sir , your humble servant , PALEOPHILUS . ' N ° 102. SATURDAY , OCTOBER 27 , 1753 . -Quid tam dextro pede concipis , ut te Conatûs non ...
... least proportion to the sublimities and excellences with which their works abound . " 1 . I am , Sir , your humble servant , PALEOPHILUS . ' N ° 102. SATURDAY , OCTOBER 27 , 1753 . -Quid tam dextro pede concipis , ut te Conatûs non ...
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... least regard for the vota- ries of science , invites the addresses of learned men , or seems to hope for reputation from any pen but his own . The cause , therefore , of this epidemical conspi- racy for the destruction of paper , must ...
... least regard for the vota- ries of science , invites the addresses of learned men , or seems to hope for reputation from any pen but his own . The cause , therefore , of this epidemical conspi- racy for the destruction of paper , must ...
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... least be safe till the morning , and therefore began my repast , which the dangers and misfortunes of the day had prevented . Whether having long fasted , my bite was more keen than usual , or whether I had made my attack in a more ...
... least be safe till the morning , and therefore began my repast , which the dangers and misfortunes of the day had prevented . Whether having long fasted , my bite was more keen than usual , or whether I had made my attack in a more ...
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Side 26 - 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 8 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. 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.
Side 138 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed 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.
Side 139 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, 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 owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.
Side 179 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Side 179 - 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 53 - 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 180 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Side 8 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Side 179 - 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.