The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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25. 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 talent 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 talent are capable of clothing their thoughts in so soft a dress , and something so ...
38. oldal
... discourse was gone off from the death of the French king to that of Monsieur Boileau , Racine , Corneille , and several other poets , whom they regretted on this occasion , as persons who would have obliged the world with very noble ...
... discourse was gone off from the death of the French king to that of Monsieur Boileau , Racine , Corneille , and several other poets , whom they regretted on this occasion , as persons who would have obliged the world with very noble ...
53. 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 seen 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 seen Italy ...
54. 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 ...
55. oldal
... : the wags of those days used to call it ' the thread of his discourse , ' for he was unable to utter a word without it . One of his clients , who was more merry than wise , stole it from him one 407 . 55 SPECTATOR .
... : the wags of those days used to call it ' the thread of his discourse , ' for he was unable to utter a word without it . One of his clients , who was more merry than wise , stole it from him one 407 . 55 SPECTATOR .
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363. oldal - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
349. oldal - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, 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.
218. 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.
368. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
142. oldal - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
369. oldal - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
74. oldal - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
71. 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.
349. oldal - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, 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?
218. 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...