The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 8
... thought , the unnatural wit , and inartificial structure of his dramas . ' I am , SIR , • Your very humble servant , PETER DE QUIR . ' 6 Mr. William Whiston . 7 Perhaps John Lacy , who altered Shakspeare's play of The Taming of the ...
... thought , the unnatural wit , and inartificial structure of his dramas . ' I am , SIR , • Your very humble servant , PETER DE QUIR . ' 6 Mr. William Whiston . 7 Perhaps John Lacy , who altered Shakspeare's play of The Taming of the ...
Side 11
... thought thereof preceded . And to speak a truth , never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann Boleyn : with which name and place I could willingly have contented myself , if ...
... thought thereof preceded . And to speak a truth , never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann Boleyn : with which name and place I could willingly have contented myself , if ...
Side 14
... thought , he saw Robin the porter , who waits at Will's coffee - house , passing by . Robin , you must know , is the best man in town for carrying a bil- let ; the fellow has a thin body , swift step , demure looks , sufficient sense ...
... thought , he saw Robin the porter , who waits at Will's coffee - house , passing by . Robin , you must know , is the best man in town for carrying a bil- let ; the fellow has a thin body , swift step , demure looks , sufficient sense ...
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... thoughts of passing his days with you . But I am born to admire you with all your little imperfections . ' CYNTHIO . ' Robin ran back , and brought for answer- EXACT Sir , that are at Will's coffee - house six mi- nutes after three ...
... thoughts of passing his days with you . But I am born to admire you with all your little imperfections . ' CYNTHIO . ' Robin ran back , and brought for answer- EXACT Sir , that are at Will's coffee - house six mi- nutes after three ...
Side 19
... thought engaged in many criminal gallantries and amours , which he is not guilty of . The latter assumes a face of sanctity , and covers a multitude of vices under a seeming religious deportment . But there is another kind of hypocrisy ...
... thought engaged in many criminal gallantries and amours , which he is not guilty of . The latter assumes a face of sanctity , and covers a multitude of vices under a seeming religious deportment . But there is another kind of hypocrisy ...
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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...