The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 6-10 de 39
Página 53
... speak- ing statues at our bars , and in all public places of debate . Our words flow from us in a smooth conti- nued stream , without those strainings of the voice , motions of the body , and majesty of the hand , which are so much ...
... speak- ing statues at our bars , and in all public places of debate . Our words flow from us in a smooth conti- nued stream , without those strainings of the voice , motions of the body , and majesty of the hand , which are so much ...
Página 55
... speaking : the wags of those days used to call it ' the thread of his discourse , ' for he was unable to utter a word without it . One of his clients , who was more merry than wise , stole it from him one 407 . 55 SPECTATOR .
... speaking : the wags of those days used to call it ' the thread of his discourse , ' for he was unable to utter a word without it . One of his clients , who was more merry than wise , stole it from him one 407 . 55 SPECTATOR .
Página 58
... speak him of the angel : if hatred , cruelty , and envy predominate , they declare his kindred to the brute . Hence it was that some of the ancients imagined , that as men in this life inclin- ed more to the angel or the brute , so ...
... speak him of the angel : if hatred , cruelty , and envy predominate , they declare his kindred to the brute . Hence it was that some of the ancients imagined , that as men in this life inclin- ed more to the angel or the brute , so ...
Página 63
... speaking of . The faculty must in some degree be born with us , and it very often happens , that those who have other qualities in perfection are wholly void of this . One of the most eminent mathematicians of the age has assured me ...
... speaking of . The faculty must in some degree be born with us , and it very often happens , that those who have other qualities in perfection are wholly void of this . One of the most eminent mathematicians of the age has assured me ...
Página 64
... speaking and thinking . Conversation with men of a polite genius is another method for improving our natural taste . It is impos- sible for a man of the greatest parts to consider any thing in its whole extent , and in all its variety ...
... speaking and thinking . Conversation with men of a polite genius is another method for improving our natural taste . It is impos- sible for a man of the greatest parts to consider any thing in its whole extent , and in all its variety ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
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...