The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 54
... shew the speaker is in earnest , and affected himself with what he so passi- onately recommends to others . Violent gesture and vociferation naturally shake the hearts of the igno- rant , and fill them with a kind of religious horror ...
... shew the speaker is in earnest , and affected himself with what he so passi- onately recommends to others . Violent gesture and vociferation naturally shake the hearts of the igno- rant , and fill them with a kind of religious horror ...
Side 64
... of fine writing , and shew us the several sources of that pleasure which rises in the mind upon the pe- rusal of a noble work . Thus although in poetry it be absolutely necessary that the unities of time , place 61 409 . SPECTATOR .
... of fine writing , and shew us the several sources of that pleasure which rises in the mind upon the pe- rusal of a noble work . Thus although in poetry it be absolutely necessary that the unities of time , place 61 409 . SPECTATOR .
Side 65
... shew wherein the nature of true wit consists . I afterwards gave an instance of the great force which lies in a natural simplicity of thought to affect the mind of the reader , from such vulgar pieces as have little else besides this ...
... shew wherein the nature of true wit consists . I afterwards gave an instance of the great force which lies in a natural simplicity of thought to affect the mind of the reader , from such vulgar pieces as have little else besides this ...
Side 80
... in nature , than what appears in the heavens at the rising and setting of the sun , which is wholly made up of those different stains of light that shew them- selves in clouds of a different situation . For this 80 412 . SPECTATOR .
... in nature , than what appears in the heavens at the rising and setting of the sun , which is wholly made up of those different stains of light that shew them- selves in clouds of a different situation . For this 80 412 . SPECTATOR .
Side 88
... shew herself so august and magnificent in the design . There is something more bold and mas- terly in the rough careless strokes of nature , than in the nice touches and embellishments of art . beauties of the most stately garden or ...
... shew herself so august and magnificent in the design . There is something more bold and mas- terly in the rough careless strokes of nature , than in the nice touches and embellishments of art . beauties of the most stately garden or ...
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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...