The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Bind 18Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... better things would have produced no impression ; and it is borne away , when wiser arguments would have been forgotten . There was another and more uncommon way in which Whitefield's peculiar talent sometimes was indulged : he could ...
... better things would have produced no impression ; and it is borne away , when wiser arguments would have been forgotten . There was another and more uncommon way in which Whitefield's peculiar talent sometimes was indulged : he could ...
Side 26
... better done , more interesting than ever but I am not paid ; no one knows when he will be . I have children , debts , old domestics whom I must be able to pay . Equity counsels that I reduce myself to what is necessary , but I do not ...
... better done , more interesting than ever but I am not paid ; no one knows when he will be . I have children , debts , old domestics whom I must be able to pay . Equity counsels that I reduce myself to what is necessary , but I do not ...
Side 38
... better of the two ; for instance , where the pleasure of the har- angue was as ten , and the pain of the misfortune but as five- my father gained half in half , and consequently was as well again off as if it had never befallen him ...
... better of the two ; for instance , where the pleasure of the har- angue was as ten , and the pain of the misfortune but as five- my father gained half in half , and consequently was as well again off as if it had never befallen him ...
Side 41
... better ; -'tis a shame in such a tempest to have but one anchor . " - " But he is gone forever from us ! - be it so ... better , my dear brother Toby ( for mark appetites are but diseases ) — is it not better not to hunger at all , than ...
... better ; -'tis a shame in such a tempest to have but one anchor . " - " But he is gone forever from us ! - be it so ... better , my dear brother Toby ( for mark appetites are but diseases ) — is it not better not to hunger at all , than ...
Side 48
... by deferring it . May your country prove worthy of it ! May those mortals whom you bless deserve you better than I do ! I ask but one favor of - • • - you , which is , that you would be pleased 48 SOLIMAN II .: A STORY .
... by deferring it . May your country prove worthy of it ! May those mortals whom you bless deserve you better than I do ! I ask but one favor of - • • - you , which is , that you would be pleased 48 SOLIMAN II .: A STORY .
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Acres America arms better born Britain British called character charms Clinker colonies cried dear death Elmira England English eyes father Faulkland favor fear feel fight Fingal followed force Gaul gentleman George Grenville give Green Mountain Boys hand happy Harley hath hear heart Heaven honor hope House of Commons Humphry Humphry Clinker king ladies land Lathmon laws liberty live look Lord madam Madame du Deffand Malaprop Marlow ment mind minister Miss Hardcastle Morni nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Ossian parliament passion peace person Philoctetes pleasure political poor Redgauntlet replied Roxalana scarce seemed side Sir Lucius slaves Soliman soul spirit Strawberry Hill sultan sword tears tell thee things thou thought thousand tion turn uncle Toby voice Walpole Whig whole wife wish word
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Side 394 - For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world: For imposing taxes on us without our consent: For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury: For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses: For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province...
Side 183 - Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue Pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, Here to return - and die at home at last.
Side 183 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down...
Side 186 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Side 28 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope ; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abissinia.
Side 93 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 89 - A weary waste expanding to the skies : Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Side 96 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Side 181 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Side 98 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways; Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine.