The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volumes 21-22 |
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... attention of the public , without any other claim than that it is new . There is , likewise , in composition , as in other things , a perpetual vicissitude of fashion ; and truth is recommended at one time to regard , by appear- ances ...
... attention of the public , without any other claim than that it is new . There is , likewise , in composition , as in other things , a perpetual vicissitude of fashion ; and truth is recommended at one time to regard , by appear- ances ...
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... mankind may fill their compositions with an inex- haustible variety of images and allusions : and he must be confessed to look with little attention upon scenes thus perpetually changing , who cannot catch some of 24 No. 95 . ADVENTURER .
... mankind may fill their compositions with an inex- haustible variety of images and allusions : and he must be confessed to look with little attention upon scenes thus perpetually changing , who cannot catch some of 24 No. 95 . ADVENTURER .
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... a man of life and spirit , who could conquer the world if he was to set about it , but who has too much vivacity to give the necessary attention to any scheme of length . " I am , in short , one of those 36 NO . 98 . ADVENTURER .
... a man of life and spirit , who could conquer the world if he was to set about it , but who has too much vivacity to give the necessary attention to any scheme of length . " I am , in short , one of those 36 NO . 98 . ADVENTURER .
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... attention , and that my health would soon be destroyed by the torment and distraction of extensive business . I could image to myself no happiness , but in vacant jollity , and un- VOL . XXI . G interrupted leisure ; nor entertain my ...
... attention , and that my health would soon be destroyed by the torment and distraction of extensive business . I could image to myself no happiness , but in vacant jollity , and un- VOL . XXI . G interrupted leisure ; nor entertain my ...
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... attention , till I can , with some degree of decency , grow impatient for my dinner . If I could dine all my life , I should be happy ; I eat not because I am hungry , but because I am idle : but alas ! the time quickly comes when I can ...
... attention , till I can , with some degree of decency , grow impatient for my dinner . If I could dine all my life , I should be happy ; I eat not because I am hungry , but because I am idle : but alas ! the time quickly comes when I can ...
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Popular passages
Page 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 7 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Page 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Page 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Page 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Page 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?