The British Essayists: SpectatorLionel Thomas Berguer T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... sense turning fool for our sakes ; but this happened to our friend , and I expect his attendance whenever I go to church , to court , to the play , or the park . This is a sacri- fice due to us women of genius , who have the elo- quence ...
... sense turning fool for our sakes ; but this happened to our friend , and I expect his attendance whenever I go to church , to court , to the play , or the park . This is a sacri- fice due to us women of genius , who have the elo- quence ...
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... sense of the distresses and miseries of man- kind , which he was born to redress . In just scorn of the trivial glories and light ostentations of power , that glorious instrument of Providence moves , like that , in a steady , calm ...
... sense of the distresses and miseries of man- kind , which he was born to redress . In just scorn of the trivial glories and light ostentations of power , that glorious instrument of Providence moves , like that , in a steady , calm ...
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... senses ; and even among these there is such a different degree of perfection in the sense which one animal enjoys beyond what appears in another , that , though the sense in different animals be distinguished by the same common ...
... senses ; and even among these there is such a different degree of perfection in the sense which one animal enjoys beyond what appears in another , that , though the sense in different animals be distinguished by the same common ...
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... of that nature , which I can give you a sense of , though I cannot express it wholly , I am all over softness , and am obliged to retire and give way to a few sighs and tears before I can be easy . I cannot 24 N ° 520 . SPECTATOR .
... of that nature , which I can give you a sense of , though I cannot express it wholly , I am all over softness , and am obliged to retire and give way to a few sighs and tears before I can be easy . I cannot 24 N ° 520 . SPECTATOR .
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... sense of these pleasing perplexities ; you might communicate to the guilty part of mankind that they are incapable of the happiness which is in the very sorrows of the virtuous . 6 But pray spare me a little longer ; give me leave to ...
... sense of these pleasing perplexities ; you might communicate to the guilty part of mankind that they are incapable of the happiness which is in the very sorrows of the virtuous . 6 But pray spare me a little longer ; give me leave to ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 118 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep...
Página 117 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 12 - KNOWING that you was my old master's good friend, I could not forbear sending you the melancholy news of his death, which has afflicted the whole country, as well as his poor servants, who loved him, I may say, better than we did our lives. I am afraid he caught his death the last county...
Página 197 - IT is a celebrated thought of Socrates, that if all the misfortunes of mankind were cast into a public stock, in order to be equally distributed among the whole species, those who now think themselves the most unhappy, would prefer the share they are already possessed of before that which would fall to them by such a division.
Página 118 - tis not done; the attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father as he slept I had done 't.
Página 113 - Right fit to rend the food on which he fared. His name was Care; a blacksmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working spared, But to 'small purpose yron wedges made; Those be unquiet thoughts, that carefull minds invade.
Página 118 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Página 202 - The female world were very busy among themselves in bartering for features: one was trucking a lock of gray hairs for a carbuncle, another was making over a short waist for a pair of round shoulders, and a third cheapening a bad face for a lost reputation; but on all these occasions there was not one of them who did not think the new blemish, as soon as she had got it into her possession, much more disagreeable than the old one.
Página 228 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Página 119 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?