The British Essayists: Looker-on

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C. and J. Rivington, 1823
 

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Seite 79 - Our political system is placed in a just correspondence and symmetry with the order of the world, and with the mode of existence decreed to a permanent body composed of transitory parts; wherein, by the disposition of a stupendous wisdom, moulding together the great mysterious incorporation of the human race...
Seite 246 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 197 - Which that thou may'st believe, and be confirmed Ere thou from hence depart, know I am sent To show thee what shall come in future days To thee, and to thy offspring. Good with bad Expect to hear, supernal grace contending With sinfulness of men; thereby to learn True patience, and to temper joy with fear And pious sorrow...
Seite 236 - J'entends Théodecte de l'antichambre ; il grossit sa voix à mesure qu'il s'approche ; le voilà entré : il rit, il crie, il éclate ; on bouche ses oreilles, c'est un tonnerre. Il n'est pas moins redoutable par les choses qu'il dit que par le ton dont il parle. Il ne s'apaise, et il ne revient de ce grand fracas que pour bredouiller des vanités et des sottises. Il a si peu d'égard au temps, aux personnes, aux bienséances, que chacun a son fait sans qu'il ait eu intention de le lui donner ;...
Seite 280 - Now, all amid the rigours of .the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene ; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
Seite 193 - Must you go ! Must you eat, must you drink, must you sleep, must you live ? De nature bid you do one, de nature bid you do toder. Vous me ferez enrager. Lady F. But when reason corrects nature, mademoiselle Madem. Elle est, done, bien insolente, c'est sa soeur ainee.
Seite 200 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker ! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or Thy work, He hath no hands...
Seite 285 - Ut enim de pictore, sculptore, fictore, nisi artifex judicare, ita nisi sapiens non potest perspicere sapientem.
Seite 9 - We all begin to exalt our tones and pretensions, and adopt a prouder language. Mr. Powell, the fire-eater, is a singular genius ; and Mendoza has more science than Johnson. — I have heard of hieroglyphical buckles; so that our very shoes will want deciphering, and the Coptic language must soon make part of the education of our Birmingham buckle-makers. Alphabetical buckles are become common ; insomuch that in teaching ourselves to talk with our fingers, we may begin with learning to spell with...

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