The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 51
... humble servant . ' • THE town being so well pleased with the fine pic- ture of artless love , which Nature inspired the Lap- lander to paint in the ode you lately printed ' ; we were in hopes that the ingenious translator would have ...
... humble servant . ' • THE town being so well pleased with the fine pic- ture of artless love , which Nature inspired the Lap- lander to paint in the ode you lately printed ' ; we were in hopes that the ingenious translator would have ...
Side 68
... humble servant , " ROGER DE COVERLEY . ' My good friend could not well stand the raillery which was rising upon him ; but , to put a stop to it , I delivered Will Honeycomb the following letter , and desired him to read it to the board ...
... humble servant , " ROGER DE COVERLEY . ' My good friend could not well stand the raillery which was rising upon him ; but , to put a stop to it , I delivered Will Honeycomb the following letter , and desired him to read it to the board ...
Side 109
... under an information from the attorney - general ; in humble submission and duty to her majesty the said undertaking is laid down , and attendance is this day given , at the last house on the left hand 417 . 109 SPECTATOR .
... under an information from the attorney - general ; in humble submission and duty to her majesty the said undertaking is laid down , and attendance is this day given , at the last house on the left hand 417 . 109 SPECTATOR .
Side 134
... humble servant . Gloriana has very good sense , a quick relish of the satisfactions of life , and will not give herself , as the crowd of women do , to the arms of a man to whom she is indifferent . As she is a sensible woman ...
... humble servant . Gloriana has very good sense , a quick relish of the satisfactions of life , and will not give herself , as the crowd of women do , to the arms of a man to whom she is indifferent . As she is a sensible woman ...
Side 140
... the incidents that arise among them , shall be communicated to you from time to time , for the public good , by , 6 SIR , " Your most humble servant , ' R. O. ' STEELE . T. 6 ནོ ། N ° 425. TUESDAY , JULY 8 140 424 . SPECTATOR .
... the incidents that arise among them , shall be communicated to you from time to time , for the public good , by , 6 SIR , " Your most humble servant , ' R. O. ' STEELE . T. 6 ནོ ། N ° 425. TUESDAY , JULY 8 140 424 . 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...