The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 3
... side five and twenty ; and that a rake of his acquaintance , who had in vain en- deavoured to gain the affections of a young lady of fifteen , had at last made his fortune by running away with her grandmother . But as I do not design ...
... side five and twenty ; and that a rake of his acquaintance , who had in vain en- deavoured to gain the affections of a young lady of fifteen , had at last made his fortune by running away with her grandmother . But as I do not design ...
Side 21
... side of ourselves , and open our eyes to several blemishes and defects in our lives and conversations , which we should not have observed without the help of such ill - natured monitors . In order likewise to come at a true knowledge of ...
... side of ourselves , and open our eyes to several blemishes and defects in our lives and conversations , which we should not have observed without the help of such ill - natured monitors . In order likewise to come at a true knowledge of ...
Side 36
... side , and those of Smithfield on the other , by several climates and degrees in their way of think- ing and conversing together . For this reason , when any public affair is upon the anvil , I love to hear the reflections that arise ...
... side , and those of Smithfield on the other , by several climates and degrees in their way of think- ing and conversing together . For this reason , when any public affair is upon the anvil , I love to hear the reflections that arise ...
Side 39
... sides , and as each of them looked upon me very frequently during the course of their debate , I was under some apprehension that they would appeal to me , and therefore laid down my penny at the bar , and made the best of my way to ...
... sides , and as each of them looked upon me very frequently during the course of their debate , I was under some apprehension that they would appeal to me , and therefore laid down my penny at the bar , and made the best of my way to ...
Side 55
... sides of a long wig that reaches down to his middle ! The truth of it is , there is often nothing more ridiculous than the ges- tures of an English speaker ; you see some of them running their hands into their pockets as far as ever ...
... sides of a long wig that reaches down to his middle ! The truth of it is , there is often nothing more ridiculous than the ges- tures of an English speaker ; you see some of them running their hands into their pockets as far as ever ...
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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...