The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... the following leaves , and the author of them ; who is , with the greatest truth and respect , MY LORD , Your Lordship's obliged , obedient , and humble servant , THE SPECTATOR . THE SPECTATOR . N ° 395. TUESDAY , JUNE 3 iv DEDICATION .
... the following leaves , and the author of them ; who is , with the greatest truth and respect , MY LORD , Your Lordship's obliged , obedient , and humble servant , THE SPECTATOR . THE SPECTATOR . N ° 395. TUESDAY , JUNE 3 iv DEDICATION .
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... humble servant , PETER DE QUIR . ' 6 Mr. William Whiston . 7 Perhaps John Lacy , who altered Shakspeare's play of The Taming of the Shrew . He was author of three other comedies , and a player who pleased Cha . II . so much , that he ...
... humble servant , PETER DE QUIR . ' 6 Mr. William Whiston . 7 Perhaps John Lacy , who altered Shakspeare's play of The Taming of the Shrew . He was author of three other comedies , and a player who pleased Cha . II . so much , that he ...
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... humble servant , FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under , when you writ , for want of hearing the whole cir- cumstance . ' Robin came back in an instant , and ...
... humble servant , FLAVIA . ' I will not open the letter which my Cynthio writ upon the misapprehension you must have been under , when you writ , for want of hearing the whole cir- cumstance . ' Robin came back in an instant , and ...
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... humble slave , ' CYNTHIO . ' Robin whipt away , and returned with 6 MR . WELLFORD , FLAVIA and Cynthio are no more . I relieve you from the hard part of which you complain , and ba- nish you from my sight for ever . " ANN HEART ...
... humble slave , ' CYNTHIO . ' Robin whipt away , and returned with 6 MR . WELLFORD , FLAVIA and Cynthio are no more . I relieve you from the hard part of which you complain , and ba- nish you from my sight for ever . " ANN HEART ...
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... humble servant , AMORET . ' ' PHILANDER TO AMORET . ' MADAM , I AM SO surprised at the question you were pleased to ask me yesterday , that I am still at a loss what to say to it . At least my answer would be 401 . 29 SPECTATOR .
... humble servant , AMORET . ' ' PHILANDER TO AMORET . ' MADAM , I AM SO surprised at the question you were pleased to ask me yesterday , that I am still at a loss what to say to it . At least my answer would be 401 . 29 SPECTATOR .
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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...