The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... person , and very different from that way of thinking which a triumph from the eyes of another , more em- phatically of the fair sex , does generally occasion . It fills the imagination with an assemblage of such ideas and pictures as ...
... person , and very different from that way of thinking which a triumph from the eyes of another , more em- phatically of the fair sex , does generally occasion . It fills the imagination with an assemblage of such ideas and pictures as ...
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... person actually be- fore us in the one , whom faction places at a greater distance from us in the other . I do not remember to have seen any ancient or modern story more affecting than a letter of Ann of Boleyn , wife to king Henry the ...
... person actually be- fore us in the one , whom faction places at a greater distance from us in the other . I do not remember to have seen any ancient or modern story more affecting than a letter of Ann of Boleyn , wife to king Henry the ...
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... person for your associate . I despise you , and hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS FLAVIA . ' YOUR credulity when you are to gain your point , and suspicion when you fear to lose it ...
... person for your associate . I despise you , and hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS FLAVIA . ' YOUR credulity when you are to gain your point , and suspicion when you fear to lose it ...
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... person who acted up to the perfection of human nature , and is the standing example , as well as the great guide and instructor , of those who receive his doctrines . Though these two heads cannot be too much insisted upon , I shall but ...
... person who acted up to the perfection of human nature , and is the standing example , as well as the great guide and instructor , of those who receive his doctrines . Though these two heads cannot be too much insisted upon , I shall but ...
Side 21
... among mankind , and are highly criminal in their own nature and yet how many persons eminent for piety suffer such monstrous and absurd principles of action to take root in their minds under the colour 399 . 21 SPECTATOR .
... among mankind , and are highly criminal in their own nature and yet how many persons eminent for piety suffer such monstrous and absurd principles of action to take root in their minds under the colour 399 . 21 SPECTATOR .
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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...