Sketches from Nature: Taken, and Coloured, in a Journey to Margate. Published from the Original Designs, Том 1J. Dodsley, 1790 |
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... powerful than words ! and when I produced him the anonymous letter fent to MADEIRA , his features all bore witness against a tongue , that faltered in his own de- E 2 fence ; - her fenfibility makes her feel for his loft honour.- The [ 5 ]
... powerful than words ! and when I produced him the anonymous letter fent to MADEIRA , his features all bore witness against a tongue , that faltered in his own de- E 2 fence ; - her fenfibility makes her feel for his loft honour.- The [ 5 ]
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... loft honour.- The picture , Madam , faid I , which you have drawn , presents a character totally unworthy of dif quieting the thoughts of your amiable friend - I wish I could have fufficient influence to efface the recollection of it ...
... loft honour.- The picture , Madam , faid I , which you have drawn , presents a character totally unworthy of dif quieting the thoughts of your amiable friend - I wish I could have fufficient influence to efface the recollection of it ...
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... loft , fhould we apply to them , the theatrical steps , which the pro- feffors of the COTILLON now teach . --- As dancing is an act of hila- rity , I think in general , that we ap- pear to make too serious a business of it . The ...
... loft , fhould we apply to them , the theatrical steps , which the pro- feffors of the COTILLON now teach . --- As dancing is an act of hila- rity , I think in general , that we ap- pear to make too serious a business of it . The ...
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... the noble profpect that is fpread beneath . -Before me , the eye is loft in fea , and air , but extending fideways , takes in the winding cliffs from the NORTH FORELAND - - FORELAND to the Ifle of SHEPEY , with all { 80 ]
... the noble profpect that is fpread beneath . -Before me , the eye is loft in fea , and air , but extending fideways , takes in the winding cliffs from the NORTH FORELAND - - FORELAND to the Ifle of SHEPEY , with all { 80 ]
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... DE SAINT CLAIR being the ABBOT , whofe family name loft in all the Chronicles of SAINT Au- GUSTIN'S monaftery . - Mr . BATTELY tells us , that JOHN THE ABBOT died in 14973 L 3 and - Virgin of BROAD - STAIRS ; -accompa- nied by [ 149 ]
... DE SAINT CLAIR being the ABBOT , whofe family name loft in all the Chronicles of SAINT Au- GUSTIN'S monaftery . - Mr . BATTELY tells us , that JOHN THE ABBOT died in 14973 L 3 and - Virgin of BROAD - STAIRS ; -accompa- nied by [ 149 ]
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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.