Sketches from Nature: Taken, and Coloured, in a Journey to Margate. Published from the Original Designs, Том 1J. Dodsley, 1790 |
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... heaven , and on earth.- It was an abfurdity in VULCAN , who was naturally very awkward , - and accidentally very lame , to af fect an office which demanded the grace grace of a GANYMEDE ; -the confe- quence was , [ 72 ]
... heaven , and on earth.- It was an abfurdity in VULCAN , who was naturally very awkward , - and accidentally very lame , to af fect an office which demanded the grace grace of a GANYMEDE ; -the confe- quence was , [ 72 ]
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... Heavens ! -how fevere a distress ! -If any reader hath been in a fi- tuation , to ask for a last look of what is moft dear to him , -and what he is going to be deprived of for ever- he alone can beft judge how much that bofom agonizes ...
... Heavens ! -how fevere a distress ! -If any reader hath been in a fi- tuation , to ask for a last look of what is moft dear to him , -and what he is going to be deprived of for ever- he alone can beft judge how much that bofom agonizes ...
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... it was the will of Heaven , to which the patiently fubmitted . " Though we came into " the world together , " fays fhe , " yet << as we were not deftined to perish , L 2 " toge- << I " together , a time muft inevitably " [ 147 ]
... it was the will of Heaven , to which the patiently fubmitted . " Though we came into " the world together , " fays fhe , " yet << as we were not deftined to perish , L 2 " toge- << I " together , a time muft inevitably " [ 147 ]
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... Heavens ! how " was I tortured , when I learned who " it was , that had fo cruelly , -though " fo unfuccessfully , tampered with . " our feelings ! -Poor EDMUND ! - " but his name fhall never again be " mentioned ; he cannot be more ...
... Heavens ! how " was I tortured , when I learned who " it was , that had fo cruelly , -though " fo unfuccessfully , tampered with . " our feelings ! -Poor EDMUND ! - " but his name fhall never again be " mentioned ; he cannot be more ...
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... Heaven's fake , my good 1 friend , cried I , forbear any parallel ! — Ever live well with thofe you must live with ; people do not always give up opinion with good - humour . -The great fcenes of SHAKESPEARE- which no pen hath hitherto ...
... Heaven's fake , my good 1 friend , cried I , forbear any parallel ! — Ever live well with thofe you must live with ; people do not always give up opinion with good - humour . -The great fcenes of SHAKESPEARE- which no pen hath hitherto ...
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Стр. 93 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 45 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Стр. 5 - In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Стр. 1 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Стр. 132 - WHATEVER is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Стр. 4 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
Стр. 2 - Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink ; Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Стр. 57 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.