The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 10
... woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for disloyalty to the king's bed , and that she was af- terwards publicly beheaded upon the same account ...
... woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for disloyalty to the king's bed , and that she was af- terwards publicly beheaded upon the same account ...
Side 13
... such a figure as she now does in the circle of charming women , Cyn- thio has been secretly one of her adorers . Lætitia has been the finest woman in town these three months , and so long Cynthio has acted the part of a 398 . 13 SPECTATOR .
... such a figure as she now does in the circle of charming women , Cyn- thio has been secretly one of her adorers . Lætitia has been the finest woman in town these three months , and so long Cynthio has acted the part of a 398 . 13 SPECTATOR .
Side 14
... woman with the coldness that usually indeed comes on after marriage , is ruining one's self with one's eyes open ; besides it is really doing her an injury . This last consideration forsooth , of injuring her in persisting , made him ...
... woman with the coldness that usually indeed comes on after marriage , is ruining one's self with one's eyes open ; besides it is really doing her an injury . This last consideration forsooth , of injuring her in persisting , made him ...
Side 15
... woman in it . Robin was at the door talking with Flavia's maid , and Cynthio pulled up the glass as surprised , and hid his associate . The report of this circumstance soon flew up stairs , and Robin could not deny but the gentleman ...
... woman in it . Robin was at the door talking with Flavia's maid , and Cynthio pulled up the glass as surprised , and hid his associate . The report of this circumstance soon flew up stairs , and Robin could not deny but the gentleman ...
Side 16
... coffee - house . IT is certain I went by your lodgings with a gen- tlewoman to whom I have the honour to be known ; she is indeed my relation , and a pretty sort of a woman . But your starting manner of writing , and 16 398 . SPECTATOR .
... coffee - house . IT is certain I went by your lodgings with a gen- tlewoman to whom I have the honour to be known ; she is indeed my relation , and a pretty sort of a woman . But your starting manner of writing , and 16 398 . 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...