Select British Classics, 16. kötetJ. Conrad, 1803 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 35 találatból.
8. oldal
... discourse , told him that " she would give him her answer in June . ' Thyrsis acquaints me , that when he desired Sylvia to take a walk in the fields , she told him , The Spec- tator had forbidden her . " Another of my correspondents ...
... discourse , told him that " she would give him her answer in June . ' Thyrsis acquaints me , that when he desired Sylvia to take a walk in the fields , she told him , The Spec- tator had forbidden her . " Another of my correspondents ...
28. oldal
... discourse of this kind at all ? It is to alarm chaste ears against such as have what is above called the prevailing gentle art . Masters of that ta- lent are capable of clothing their thoughts in so soft a dress , and something so ...
... discourse of this kind at all ? It is to alarm chaste ears against such as have what is above called the prevailing gentle art . Masters of that ta- lent are capable of clothing their thoughts in so soft a dress , and something so ...
39. oldal
... discourse was gone off from the death of the French King to that of Mon- sieur Boileau , Racine , Corneille , and several other poets , whom they regretted on this occasion , as per- sons who would have obliged the world with very no ...
... discourse was gone off from the death of the French King to that of Mon- sieur Boileau , Racine , Corneille , and several other poets , whom they regretted on this occasion , as per- sons who would have obliged the world with very no ...
54. oldal
... discourse which turns upon every thing that is dear to us . Though our zeal breaks out in the finest tropes and figures , it is not able to stir a limb about us . I have heard it observed more than once by those who have been in Italy ...
... discourse which turns upon every thing that is dear to us . Though our zeal breaks out in the finest tropes and figures , it is not able to stir a limb about us . I have heard it observed more than once by those who have been in Italy ...
55. oldal
... discourses of piety , who would be warmed and transported out of themselves by the bellowing and distortions of enthusiasm . If nonsense , when accompanied with such an emo- tion of voice and body , has such an influence on men's minds ...
... discourses of piety , who would be warmed and transported out of themselves by the bellowing and distortions of enthusiasm . If nonsense , when accompanied with such an emo- tion of voice and body , has such an influence on men's minds ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
acquaintance admired advantage affected agreeable Ann Boleyn appear beautiful behold Callisthenes character Cicero colours consider conversation Cotton library Cynthio delight desire discourse divine Eastcourt endeavour entertainment excellent eyes fancy favour fortune gentleman give Gloriana gout grace hand happiness heart honour hope humble servant humour ideas Iliad imagination irreligion James Miller kind lady letter live look lours mankind manner matter mind modesty nation nature ness never objects observed occasion OVID paper particular pass passions Penthesilea perfection persons pleasant pleasing pleasure Plutarch Plutus poet poor present racter reader reason received reflection ROSCOMMON Samson Agonistes satisfaction secret Sempronia sense shew sight soul Spanish monarchy Spectator taste thing thio thou thought tion town tural ture VIRG Virgil virtue whole woman women words writing
Népszerű szakaszok
331. oldal - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
305. oldal - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
297. oldal - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
199. oldal - The Lord my pasture shall prepare. And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
318. oldal - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar...
70. oldal - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest "variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
16. oldal - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
70. oldal - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
318. oldal - Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
200. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.