The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 9
... nature , but has something in it more pleasing and agreeable than what can be met with in such an indolent happiness , such an indifference to mankind as that in which the Stoics placed their wisdom . As love is the most de- lightful ...
... nature , but has something in it more pleasing and agreeable than what can be met with in such an indolent happiness , such an indifference to mankind as that in which the Stoics placed their wisdom . As love is the most de- lightful ...
Side 10
... natural eloquence belonging to it , and breaks out in more moving sentiments than can be supplied by the finest imagination . Nature on this occasion dictates a thousand passionate things which cannot be supplied by art . It is for this ...
... natural eloquence belonging to it , and breaks out in more moving sentiments than can be supplied by the finest imagination . Nature on this occasion dictates a thousand passionate things which cannot be supplied by art . It is for this ...
Side 21
... nature : and such we may esteem all those in which multitudes of men dis- sent from us , who are as good and wise as ourselves . We should always act with great cautiousness and circumspection in points where it is not impossible that ...
... nature : and such we may esteem all those in which multitudes of men dis- sent from us , who are as good and wise as ourselves . We should always act with great cautiousness and circumspection in points where it is not impossible that ...
Side 22
... natural constitutions , fa- vourite passions , particular education , or whatever promotes our worldly interest or ... nature , when it is conform- able to his particular temper , his age , or way of life , or when it favours his ...
... natural constitutions , fa- vourite passions , particular education , or whatever promotes our worldly interest or ... nature , when it is conform- able to his particular temper , his age , or way of life , or when it favours his ...
Side 40
... NATURE does nothing in vain : the Creator of the universe has appointed every thing to a certain use and purpose ... natural : and in either case the breach but of one link puts the whole in some dis- order . It is , I think , pretty ...
... NATURE does nothing in vain : the Creator of the universe has appointed every thing to a certain use and purpose ... natural : and in either case the breach but of one link puts the whole in some dis- order . It is , I think , pretty ...
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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...