The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 16
... hour ago . I am your most humble servant , FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under , when you writ , for want of hearing the whole cir- cumstance . ' Robin came back ...
... hour ago . I am your most humble servant , FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under , when you writ , for want of hearing the whole cir- cumstance . ' Robin came back ...
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... hours we had been together so remote from company , as indeed , " continued he , " so we are at present . " I flew from him to a neighbouring gentlewoman's house , and , though her husband was 66 was in the room , threw myself on a ...
... hours we had been together so remote from company , as indeed , " continued he , " so we are at present . " I flew from him to a neighbouring gentlewoman's house , and , though her husband was 66 was in the room , threw myself on a ...
Side 37
... hour . I afterwards called in at Giles's , where I saw a board of French gentlemen sitting upon the life and death of their grand monarque . Those among them who had espoused the whig interest , very positively affirmed , that he ...
... hour . I afterwards called in at Giles's , where I saw a board of French gentlemen sitting upon the life and death of their grand monarque . Those among them who had espoused the whig interest , very positively affirmed , that he ...
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... hour in secret , where- in he had his frisks and capers ; and if we had an opportunity of examining the retirement of the strict- est philosophers , no doubt but we should find per- petual returns of those passions they so artfully con ...
... hour in secret , where- in he had his frisks and capers ; and if we had an opportunity of examining the retirement of the strict- est philosophers , no doubt but we should find per- petual returns of those passions they so artfully con ...
Side 69
... hour , I find thee here . My chamber I've adorn'd , and o'er my bed Are cov'rings of the richest tap'stry spread , With linen it is deck'd from Egypt brought , And carvings by the curious artist wrought : Its wants no glad perfume ...
... hour , I find thee here . My chamber I've adorn'd , and o'er my bed Are cov'rings of the richest tap'stry spread , With linen it is deck'd from Egypt brought , And carvings by the curious artist wrought : Its wants no glad perfume ...
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Side 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...