The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... nature , but has something in it more pleasing and agreeable than what can be met with in such an indolent happiness , such an indifference to mankind as that in which the Stoics placed their wisdom . As love is the most de- lightful ...
... nature , but has something in it more pleasing and agreeable than what can be met with in such an indolent happiness , such an indifference to mankind as that in which the Stoics placed their wisdom . As love is the most de- lightful ...
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... Nature on this occasion dictates a thousand passionate things which cannot be supplied by art . It is for this reason that the short speeches or sen- tences which we often meet with in histories , make a deeper impression on the mind of ...
... Nature on this occasion dictates a thousand passionate things which cannot be supplied by art . It is for this reason that the short speeches or sen- tences which we often meet with in histories , make a deeper impression on the mind of ...
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... nature : and such we may esteem all those in which multitudes of men dis- sent from us , who are as good and wise as ourselves . We should always act with great cautiousness and circumspection in points where it is not impossible that ...
... nature : and such we may esteem all those in which multitudes of men dis- sent from us , who are as good and wise as ourselves . We should always act with great cautiousness and circumspection in points where it is not impossible that ...
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... NATURE does nothing in vain : the Creator of the universe has appointed every thing to a certain use and purpose , and determined it to a settled course and sphere of action , from which if it in the least devi- ates , it becomes unfit ...
... NATURE does nothing in vain : the Creator of the universe has appointed every thing to a certain use and purpose , and determined it to a settled course and sphere of action , from which if it in the least devi- ates , it becomes unfit ...
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... nature never designed them . Every man has one or more qualities which may make him useful both to himself and others . Nature never fails of pointing them out ; and while the in- fant continues under her guardianship , she brings him ...
... nature never designed them . Every man has one or more qualities which may make him useful both to himself and others . Nature never fails of pointing them out ; and while the in- fant continues under her guardianship , she brings him ...
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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...