The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... Flavia are persons of distinction in this town , who have been lovers these ten months last past , and writ to each other for gallantry sake , under those feigned names ; Mr. Such - a - one and Mrs. Such- a - one not being capable of ...
... Flavia are persons of distinction in this town , who have been lovers these ten months last past , and writ to each other for gallantry sake , under those feigned names ; Mr. Such - a - one and Mrs. Such- a - one not being capable of ...
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... Flavia . Flavia has been too blind towards him , and has too sincere an heart of her own , to observe a thousand things which would have discovered this change of mind to any one less engaged than she was . Cynthio was musing yesterday ...
... Flavia . Flavia has been too blind towards him , and has too sincere an heart of her own , to observe a thousand things which would have discovered this change of mind to any one less engaged than she was . Cynthio was musing yesterday ...
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... Flavia's lodgings in a hackney- coach and a woman in it . Robin was at the door talking with Flavia's maid , and Cynthio pulled up the glass as surprised , and hid his associate . The report of this circumstance soon flew up stairs ...
... Flavia's lodgings in a hackney- coach and a woman in it . Robin was at the door talking with Flavia's maid , and Cynthio pulled up the glass as surprised , and hid his associate . The report of this circumstance soon flew up stairs ...
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... Flavia an- swered : ' DEAR CYNTHIO , ' I HAVE walked a turn or two in my anti - chamber since I writ to you , and have recovered myself from an impertinent fit which you ought to forgive me , and desire you would come to me immediately ...
... Flavia an- swered : ' DEAR CYNTHIO , ' I HAVE walked a turn or two in my anti - chamber since I writ to you , and have recovered myself from an impertinent fit which you ought to forgive me , and desire you would come to me immediately ...
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... FLAVIA . ' Robin gave an account that she looked excessive angry when she gave him the letter ; and that he told her , for she asked , that Cynthio only looked at the clock , taking snuff , and writ two or three words on the top of the ...
... FLAVIA . ' Robin gave an account that she looked excessive angry when she gave him the letter ; and that he told her , for she asked , that Cynthio only looked at the clock , taking snuff , and writ two or three words on the top of the ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Seite 349 - 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.
Seite 218 - 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.
Seite 368 - 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.
Seite 142 - 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.
Seite 369 - 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?
Seite 74 - 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...
Seite 71 - 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.
Seite 349 - 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?
Seite 218 - 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...