The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... character , places me above the want of an excuse . Candour and openness of heart , which shine in all your words and actions , exact the high- est esteem from all who have the honour to know you ; and a winning condescension to all ...
... character , places me above the want of an excuse . Candour and openness of heart , which shine in all your words and actions , exact the high- est esteem from all who have the honour to know you ; and a winning condescension to all ...
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... character a profest well - wisher to speculation , you will excuse a remark which this gentleman's passion for the bru- nette has suggested to a brother theorist : it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to pun- ning ...
... character a profest well - wisher to speculation , you will excuse a remark which this gentleman's passion for the bru- nette has suggested to a brother theorist : it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to pun- ning ...
Pagina 8
... in three of his best characters , viz . Teague , in The Committee ; Scruple , in The Cheats ; and Galliard , in The Variety ; which picture is still preserved in Windsor - castle . N ° 397. THURSDAY , JUNE 5 , 1712 . 8 396 . SPECTATOR .
... in three of his best characters , viz . Teague , in The Committee ; Scruple , in The Cheats ; and Galliard , in The Variety ; which picture is still preserved in Windsor - castle . N ° 397. THURSDAY , JUNE 5 , 1712 . 8 396 . SPECTATOR .
Pagina 10
... character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for disloyalty ...
... character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for disloyalty ...
Pagina 20
... characters which they bear among their enemies . Our friends very often flatter us , as much as our own hearts . They either do not see our faults , or con- ceal them from us , or soften them by their represen- tations , after such a ...
... characters which they bear among their enemies . Our friends very often flatter us , as much as our own hearts . They either do not see our faults , or con- ceal them from us , or soften them by their represen- tations , after such a ...
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Pagina 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...