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... ease in the shade , while himself was driving his little flock he knew not whither , is such as , with variation of circumstances , misery always utters 6 NO . 92 . ADVENTURER . Progress made towards Nature in Theatres WALPOLE.
... ease in the shade , while himself was driving his little flock he knew not whither , is such as , with variation of circumstances , misery always utters 6 NO . 92 . ADVENTURER . Progress made towards Nature in Theatres WALPOLE.
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British essayists Alexander Chalmers. as , with variation of circumstances , misery always utters at the sight of prosperity : Nos patriæ fines , et dulcia linquimus arva : Nos patriam fugimus : tu , Tityre , lentus in umbrâ , Formosam ...
British essayists Alexander Chalmers. as , with variation of circumstances , misery always utters at the sight of prosperity : Nos patriæ fines , et dulcia linquimus arva : Nos patriam fugimus : tu , Tityre , lentus in umbrâ , Formosam ...
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... circumstance , which artfully glances at another of his services : - In the deep nook , where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose ...
... circumstance , which artfully glances at another of his services : - In the deep nook , where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight , to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermudas . Ariel , being one of those elves or spirits , whose ...
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... circumstances in Shakspeare's Ariel , if we could suppose Pope to have been unacquainted with the Tempest , when he wrote this part of his accom- plished poem . She did confine thee Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Imprison'd thou ...
... circumstances in Shakspeare's Ariel , if we could suppose Pope to have been unacquainted with the Tempest , when he wrote this part of his accom- plished poem . She did confine thee Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Imprison'd thou ...
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... circumstance : Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark ! now I hear them - Ding - dong bell ! This is so truly poetical , that one can scarce forbear exclaiming with Ferdinand , This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth ...
... circumstance : Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell . Hark ! now I hear them - Ding - dong bell ! This is so truly poetical , that one can scarce forbear exclaiming with Ferdinand , This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth ...
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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?