The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... hand , I have great reason to believe , from several angry letters which have been sent to me by disappointed lovers , that my advice has been of very signal service to the fair sex , who , accord- ing to the old proverb , were ...
... hand , I have great reason to believe , from several angry letters which have been sent to me by disappointed lovers , that my advice has been of very signal service to the fair sex , who , accord- ing to the old proverb , were ...
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... hand . 1 Shakspeare himself could not have made her talk in a strain so suitable to her condition and character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an ...
... hand . 1 Shakspeare himself could not have made her talk in a strain so suitable to her condition and character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an ...
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... hand how far we may deserve the praises and approbations which the world bestow upon us ; whether the ac- tions they celebrate proceed from laudable and wor- thy motives ; and how far we are really possessed of the virtues which gain us ...
... hand how far we may deserve the praises and approbations which the world bestow upon us ; whether the ac- tions they celebrate proceed from laudable and wor- thy motives ; and how far we are really possessed of the virtues which gain us ...
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... hand , And cast a look so languishingly sweet , As if secure of all beholders ' hearts , Neglecting she could take them . Boys , like cupids , Stood fanning with their painted wings the winds That play'd about her face ; but if she smil ...
... hand , And cast a look so languishingly sweet , As if secure of all beholders ' hearts , Neglecting she could take them . Boys , like cupids , Stood fanning with their painted wings the winds That play'd about her face ; but if she smil ...
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... then turned on my right hand into Fish - street , where the chief politician of that quarter , upon hear- ing the news , ( after having taken a pipe of tobacco , " and ruminated for some time ) If , ' 38 403 . SPECTATOR .
... then turned on my right hand into Fish - street , where the chief politician of that quarter , upon hear- ing the news , ( after having taken a pipe of tobacco , " and ruminated for some time ) If , ' 38 403 . SPECTATOR .
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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...