The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... hope , excuse this pre- sumption ; but the justice I , as a Spectator , owe your character , places me above the want of an excuse . Candour and openness of heart , which shine in all your words and actions , exact the high- est esteem ...
... hope , excuse this pre- sumption ; but the justice I , as a Spectator , owe your character , places me above the want of an excuse . Candour and openness of heart , which shine in all your words and actions , exact the high- est esteem ...
1. oldal
... hope for the best , I shall not pro- nounce too positively on this point , till I have seen forty weeks well over , at which period of time , as my good friend Sir Roger has often told me , he has See No 365 . more business as a justice ...
... hope for the best , I shall not pro- nounce too positively on this point , till I have seen forty weeks well over , at which period of time , as my good friend Sir Roger has often told me , he has See No 365 . more business as a justice ...
18. oldal
... hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS FLAVIA . ' YOUR credulity when you are to gain your point , and suspicion when you fear to lose it , make it a very hard part to behave as becomes ...
... hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS FLAVIA . ' YOUR credulity when you are to gain your point , and suspicion when you fear to lose it , make it a very hard part to behave as becomes ...
86. oldal
... hope for the favour of a philosopher in this matter , if it were not attempted under all the re- strictions which you sages put upon private acquisitions . The first purpose which every good man is to propose to himself , is the service ...
... hope for the favour of a philosopher in this matter , if it were not attempted under all the re- strictions which you sages put upon private acquisitions . The first purpose which every good man is to propose to himself , is the service ...
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... hope , joy , ad- miration , love , or the like emotions , in us , because they never rise in the mind without an inward plea- sure which attends them . But how comes it to pass , that we should take delight in being terrified or de ...
... hope , joy , ad- miration , love , or the like emotions , in us , because they never rise in the mind without an inward plea- sure which attends them . But how comes it to pass , that we should take delight in being terrified or de ...
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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...