The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 11
... tion than your grace's fancy , the least alteration I knew was fit and sufficient to draw that fancy to some other object . You have chosen me from a low estate to be your queen and companion , far beyond my de- sert or desire . If then ...
... tion than your grace's fancy , the least alteration I knew was fit and sufficient to draw that fancy to some other object . You have chosen me from a low estate to be your queen and companion , far beyond my de- sert or desire . If then ...
Side 13
... tion which makes the life of the enamoured so much superior to that of the rest of the world . But ever since the beauteous Cecilia has made such a figure as she now does in the circle of charming women , Cyn- thio has been secretly one ...
... tion which makes the life of the enamoured so much superior to that of the rest of the world . But ever since the beauteous Cecilia has made such a figure as she now does in the circle of charming women , Cyn- thio has been secretly one ...
Side 22
... tion that is of a disputable nature , when it is conform- able to his particular temper , his age , or way of life , or when it favours his pleasure , or his profit . There is nothing of greater importance to us than thus diligently to ...
... tion that is of a disputable nature , when it is conform- able to his particular temper , his age , or way of life , or when it favours his pleasure , or his profit . There is nothing of greater importance to us than thus diligently to ...
Side 41
... tion in what they have , because of the absurd incli- nation they are possessed with for what they have not . Cleanthes had good sense , a great memory , and a constitution capable of the closest application . In a word , there was no ...
... tion in what they have , because of the absurd incli- nation they are possessed with for what they have not . Cleanthes had good sense , a great memory , and a constitution capable of the closest application . In a word , there was no ...
Side 44
... opposition to the disposi- tion of Providence , and ( as Tully expresses it ) like the sin of the giants , an actual rebellion against heaven . [ Supposed to be POPE . ] ta I N ° 405. SATURDAY , JUNE 14 , 1712 44 404 . SPECTATOR .
... opposition to the disposi- tion of Providence , and ( as Tully expresses it ) like the sin of the giants , an actual rebellion against heaven . [ Supposed to be POPE . ] ta I N ° 405. SATURDAY , JUNE 14 , 1712 44 404 . 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...