The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... pleasant and enter- taining , always thought the best employment of human wit : other parts of philosophy may perhaps make us wiser , but this not only answers that end , but makes us better too . Hence it was that the oracle pronounced ...
... pleasant and enter- taining , always thought the best employment of human wit : other parts of philosophy may perhaps make us wiser , but this not only answers that end , but makes us better too . Hence it was that the oracle pronounced ...
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... pleasant to look upon , but never so much as in the opening of the spring , when they are all new and fresh , with their first gloss upon them , and not yet too much accustomed and familiar to the eye . For this reason there is nothing ...
... pleasant to look upon , but never so much as in the opening of the spring , when they are all new and fresh , with their first gloss upon them , and not yet too much accustomed and familiar to the eye . For this reason there is nothing ...
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... as a motive to put us upon fresh discoveries . He has made every thing that is beautiful in our own species pleasant , that all creatures might be tempted to multiply their kind , and fill the world 413 . 83 SPECTATOR .
... as a motive to put us upon fresh discoveries . He has made every thing that is beautiful in our own species pleasant , that all creatures might be tempted to multiply their kind , and fill the world 413 . 83 SPECTATOR .
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... pleasant , or rather has made so many objects appear beautiful , that he might render the whole creation more gay and delightful . He has given almost every thing about us the power of raising an agreeable idea in the imagination : so ...
... pleasant , or rather has made so many objects appear beautiful , that he might render the whole creation more gay and delightful . He has given almost every thing about us the power of raising an agreeable idea in the imagination : so ...
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... pleasant to the imagination than those of art . The works of nature still more pleasant , the more they resemble those of art . The works of art more pleasant , the more they resemble those of nature . Our English plantations and ...
... pleasant to the imagination than those of art . The works of nature still more pleasant , the more they resemble those of art . The works of art more pleasant , the more they resemble those of nature . Our English plantations and ...
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acquaint ADDISON admired Æneid æther affected agreeable Ann Boleyn appear attend Basilius Valentinus beautiful behold Callisthenes character colours consider conversation Cotton library Cynthio delight desire discourse divine endeavour entertainment Epig excellent eyes fancy favour fortune gentleman give Gloriana grace hand happy heart honour hope humble servant humour ideas Iliad imagination infirmary James Miller John Sharpe July 14 kind lady letter live look mankind manner mind modesty nature ness never objects obliged observed OVID paper particular pass passions perfection person pleasant pleased pleasure Plutarch Plutus poet poor present racter reader reading reason received reflection Robert Viner satisfaction secret Sempronia sense shew sight soul SPECTATOR STEELE taste thing thou thought tion town VIRG Virgil virtue whole woman women words writing
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...