The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volumer 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... pounds , took a little house in the suburbs , and laid in a stock of liquors , for which he paid ready money , and which were , therefore , the best of the kind . Ned perceived his trade increase ; he pursued it with fresh alacrity , he ...
... pounds , took a little house in the suburbs , and laid in a stock of liquors , for which he paid ready money , and which were , therefore , the best of the kind . Ned perceived his trade increase ; he pursued it with fresh alacrity , he ...
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... pounds . A man well dressed , entered hastily , and inquired for him of his guests , who many times called him aloud by his name , and cursed him for his deafness and stupidity , before Ned started up as from a dream , and asked with a ...
... pounds . A man well dressed , entered hastily , and inquired for him of his guests , who many times called him aloud by his name , and cursed him for his deafness and stupidity , before Ned started up as from a dream , and asked with a ...
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... pounds a year , and the husband of a 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 ...
... pounds a year , and the husband of a 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 ...
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... pounds . But she's gone ! - Poor jade ! I did love thee , that I did . ' Now what you shall do for me , old boy , is this . Help to raise my name a little , d'ye mind : write something in praise of us sprightly pretty fellows . I assure ...
... pounds . But she's gone ! - Poor jade ! I did love thee , that I did . ' Now what you shall do for me , old boy , is this . Help to raise my name a little , d'ye mind : write something in praise of us sprightly pretty fellows . I assure ...
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... pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an emi- nent city tailor , with several waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a change : I cut off my hair ...
... pounds a year for apparel and pocket - money , the greater part of which I had saved , I bespoke a suit of clothes of an emi- nent city tailor , with several waistcoats and breeches , and two frocks for a change : I cut off my hair ...
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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.