The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... pleasure to those who executed it under you , at the same time that it heightened her majesty's favour to all who had the happiness of having it conveyed through your hands . A secretary of state , in the interest of man- ' This was the ...
... pleasure to those who executed it under you , at the same time that it heightened her majesty's favour to all who had the happiness of having it conveyed through your hands . A secretary of state , in the interest of man- ' This was the ...
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... the ladies , I shall conclude it with a congratulation , and do most heartily wish them joy of their happy deli- verance . They may now reflect with pleasure on the dangers they have escaped , and look back with as much SPECTATOR . 395 .
... the ladies , I shall conclude it with a congratulation , and do most heartily wish them joy of their happy deli- verance . They may now reflect with pleasure on the dangers they have escaped , and look back with as much SPECTATOR . 395 .
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... pleasure had been so pleased . Neither did I at any time so far forget myself in my exaltation or received queenship , but that I always looked for such an alteration as I now find ; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer ...
... pleasure had been so pleased . Neither did I at any time so far forget myself in my exaltation or received queenship , but that I always looked for such an alteration as I now find ; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer ...
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... pleasure , or his profit . There is nothing of greater importance to us than thus diligently to sift our thoughts , and examine all these dark recesses of the mind , if we would establish our souls in such a solid and substantial virtue ...
... pleasure , or his profit . There is nothing of greater importance to us than thus diligently to sift our thoughts , and examine all these dark recesses of the mind , if we would establish our souls in such a solid and substantial virtue ...
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... pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought- 2 Here the imagination is warmed with all the ob- jects presented , and yet there is nothing that is lus- cious , or what raises any idea more loose than that of a beautiful woman set off to ...
... pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought- 2 Here the imagination is warmed with all the ob- jects presented , and yet there is nothing that is lus- cious , or what raises any idea more loose than that of a beautiful woman set off to ...
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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...