The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, 25-26. kötetT. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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55. oldal
... wife or maid , When the spawn on stones do lie , To wash their hemp , and spoil the fry . The glaring picture of Paradise is not , in my opinion , so strong an evidence of Milton's force of imagination , as his representation of Adam ...
... wife or maid , When the spawn on stones do lie , To wash their hemp , and spoil the fry . The glaring picture of Paradise is not , in my opinion , so strong an evidence of Milton's force of imagination , as his representation of Adam ...
64. oldal
... wife of Omaraddin was pregnant with Shelimah , the fairy Elfarina was again invoked ; at which Farimina , another power of the aerial king- dom , was offended . Farimina was inexorable and cruel ; the number of her votaries , therefore ...
... wife of Omaraddin was pregnant with Shelimah , the fairy Elfarina was again invoked ; at which Farimina , another power of the aerial king- dom , was offended . Farimina was inexorable and cruel ; the number of her votaries , therefore ...
68. oldal
... wife ; nor had he immured in his palace a multi- tude of unhappy beauties , in whom desire had no choice , and affection no object , to be successively forsaken after unresisted violation , and at last sink into the grave without having ...
... wife ; nor had he immured in his palace a multi- tude of unhappy beauties , in whom desire had no choice , and affection no object , to be successively forsaken after unresisted violation , and at last sink into the grave without having ...
74. oldal
... wife of Soliman descend with her name ? will it not be known , that thy desire of beauty was not gratified , till it had been subdued ? that by an iniquitous purpose beauty became hideous , and by a virtuous wish deformity became fair ...
... wife of Soliman descend with her name ? will it not be known , that thy desire of beauty was not gratified , till it had been subdued ? that by an iniquitous purpose beauty became hideous , and by a virtuous wish deformity became fair ...
91. oldal
... wife , and the other laughs at his rashness , or pities his ignorance : yet it is pos- sible that each is right , but that each is right only for himself . Life is not the object of science : we see a little , very little ; and what is ...
... wife , and the other laughs at his rashness , or pities his ignorance : yet it is pos- sible that each is right , but that each is right only for himself . Life is not the object of science : we see a little , very little ; and what is ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER Almerine amusement ancient appearance bagnio beauty character CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS Clodio considered Corsica daugh daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress elegant endeavoured entertain equal Euripides evil excel eyes fashion father favour fear Felicia felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune frequently Fretters gentleman give Glastonbury thorn happiness heart Hilario honour hope humble servant humour imagination kind king knew labour lady less lived look Lord Lord CHESTERFIELD Madam mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery nature ness never night obliged observed paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure Posidippus pounds present Quintilian racter readers reason RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY Shelimah shew SOAME JENYNS Soliman sometimes soon suffered sure taste thee thing thou thought tion told truth virtue wife WILLIAM PULTENEY Wilson wish wretch writer
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26. oldal - 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.
8. oldal - 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.
138. oldal - 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.
139. oldal - 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.
179. oldal - 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.
179. oldal - 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!
53. oldal - 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.
180. oldal - 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.
8. oldal - 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.
179. oldal - 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.