The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Band 4T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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... look out for any good which does not more immediately relate to his interest or convenience , or that Providence , in the very frame of his soul , would not subject him to such a passion as would be useless to the world , and a torment ...
... look out for any good which does not more immediately relate to his interest or convenience , or that Providence , in the very frame of his soul , would not subject him to such a passion as would be useless to the world , and a torment ...
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... look on their praises rather as a kindness done to his person , than as a tribute paid to his merit . Others who are free from this natural perverseness of temper , grow wary in their praises of one , who sets too great a value on them ...
... look on their praises rather as a kindness done to his person , than as a tribute paid to his merit . Others who are free from this natural perverseness of temper , grow wary in their praises of one , who sets too great a value on them ...
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... look upon him as their equal . But further , a man whose extraordinary reputation thus lifts him up to the notice and observation of man- kind , draws a multitude of eyes upon him that will nar- rowly inspect every part of him ...
... look upon him as their equal . But further , a man whose extraordinary reputation thus lifts him up to the notice and observation of man- kind , draws a multitude of eyes upon him that will nar- rowly inspect every part of him ...
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... but as my natural taciturnity hindered me from shewing myself to the best advantage , she by degrees began to look upon me as a very silly fellow , and being resolved to regard merit more than No. 261 . 75 SPECTATOR .
... but as my natural taciturnity hindered me from shewing myself to the best advantage , she by degrees began to look upon me as a very silly fellow , and being resolved to regard merit more than No. 261 . 75 SPECTATOR .
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... look down with scorn or neglect on the impieties of the times , and tread the paths of life together in a constant uniform course of virtue . No. 262. MONDAY , DECEMBER 31 . Nulla venenato littera mista joco est . OVID . I THINK myself ...
... look down with scorn or neglect on the impieties of the times , and tread the paths of life together in a constant uniform course of virtue . No. 262. MONDAY , DECEMBER 31 . Nulla venenato littera mista joco est . OVID . I THINK myself ...
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Seite 149 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Seite 121 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 388 - Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber: for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
Seite 435 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Seite 182 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Seite 442 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 194 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer, and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
Seite 54 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 120 - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal World! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor— one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time.
Seite 61 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th...