The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... never have been put to all that grimace in damning the frippery of state , the poverty and languor of thought , the unnatural wit , and inartificial structure of his dramas . ' I am , SIR , • Your very humble servant , PETER DE QUIR ...
... never have been put to all that grimace in damning the frippery of state , the poverty and languor of thought , the unnatural wit , and inartificial structure of his dramas . ' I am , SIR , • Your very humble servant , PETER DE QUIR ...
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... never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann Boleyn : with which name and place I could willingly have contented myself , if God and your grace's pleasure had been so pleased ...
... never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann Boleyn : with which name and place I could willingly have contented myself , if God and your grace's pleasure had been so pleased ...
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· SIR , Is it come to this ? You never loved me , and the creature you were with is the properest person for your associate . I despise you , and hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS ...
· SIR , Is it come to this ? You never loved me , and the creature you were with is the properest person for your associate . I despise you , and hope I shall soon hate you as a villain to Robin ran back with ' MADAM , C THE CREDULOUS ...
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... never weary'd , But hung upon the object . To soft flutes The silver oars kept time : and while they play'd , The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought- 2 Here the imagination is warmed with all the ob- jects ...
... never weary'd , But hung upon the object . To soft flutes The silver oars kept time : and while they play'd , The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought- 2 Here the imagination is warmed with all the ob- jects ...
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... never so remote from pretensions as a lover . If a man's heart has not the abhorrence of any treacherous design , he may easily improve ap- probation into kindness , and kindness into passion . There may possibly be no manner of love ...
... never so remote from pretensions as a lover . If a man's heart has not the abhorrence of any treacherous design , he may easily improve ap- probation into kindness , and kindness into passion . There may possibly be no manner of love ...
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acquaint ADDISON admired Æneid æther affected agreeable Ann Boleyn appear attend Basilius Valentinus beautiful behold Callisthenes character colours consider conversation Cotton library Cynthio delight desire discourse divine endeavour entertainment Epig excellent eyes fancy favour fortune gentleman give Gloriana grace hand happy heart honour hope humble servant humour ideas Iliad imagination infirmary James Miller John Sharpe July 14 kind lady letter live look mankind manner mind modesty nature ness never objects obliged observed OVID paper particular pass passions perfection person pleasant pleased pleasure Plutarch Plutus poet poor present racter reader reading reason received reflection Robert Viner satisfaction secret Sempronia sense shew sight soul SPECTATOR STEELE taste thing thou thought tion town VIRG Virgil virtue whole woman women words writing
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Página 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...