The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... telling me she looked upon the month as then out , for that she had all along reckoned by the new stile . On the other hand , I have great reason to believe , from several angry letters which have been sent to me by disappointed lovers ...
... telling me she looked upon the month as then out , for that she had all along reckoned by the new stile . On the other hand , I have great reason to believe , from several angry letters which have been sent to me by disappointed lovers ...
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... telling a story , with Sallust for his entering into those internal principles of action which arise from the characters and manners of the persons he de- scribes , or with Tacitus for his displaying those out- ward motives of safety ...
... telling a story , with Sallust for his entering into those internal principles of action which arise from the characters and manners of the persons he de- scribes , or with Tacitus for his displaying those out- ward motives of safety ...
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... and flowers that the soil was capable of receiv- ing , a man might make a pretty landscape of his own possessions . Writers who have given us an account of China , tell us the inhabitants of that country laugh at the 414 . 91 SPECTATOR .
... and flowers that the soil was capable of receiv- ing , a man might make a pretty landscape of his own possessions . Writers who have given us an account of China , tell us the inhabitants of that country laugh at the 414 . 91 SPECTATOR .
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tell us the inhabitants of that country laugh at the plantations of our Europeans , which are laid out by the rule and line ; because they say , any one may place trees in equal rows and uniform figures . They choose rather to show a ...
tell us the inhabitants of that country laugh at the plantations of our Europeans , which are laid out by the rule and line ; because they say , any one may place trees in equal rows and uniform figures . They choose rather to show a ...
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... tell how a woman could be able to withstand such a siege . The condition of Gloriana , I am afraid , is irretrievable ; for Strephon has had so many opportunities of pleasing without suspicion , that all which is left for her to do is ...
... tell how a woman could be able to withstand such a siege . The condition of Gloriana , I am afraid , is irretrievable ; for Strephon has had so many opportunities of pleasing without suspicion , that all which is left for her to do is ...
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Стр. 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...