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... - ed with all the means of happiness which wealth well used could bestow . After the first ceremonies had passed , he threw himself again back in his chair upon my having refused it , looked wistfully at his fingers 28 No. 96 . ADVENTURER .
... - ed with all the means of happiness which wealth well used could bestow . After the first ceremonies had passed , he threw himself again back in his chair upon my having refused it , looked wistfully at his fingers 28 No. 96 . ADVENTURER .
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... passed through the whole series , I shall explain each station by a short account of my life , remarking the periods when my character changed its denomination , and the particular incidents by which the change was pro- duced . 66 My ...
... passed through the whole series , I shall explain each station by a short account of my life , remarking the periods when my character changed its denomination , and the particular incidents by which the change was pro- duced . 66 My ...
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... passed my nights in a brothel , the street , or the watch - house ; was utterly insensible of shame , and lived upon the town as a beast of prey in a forest . Thus I reached the summit of modern glory , and had just acquired the ...
... passed my nights in a brothel , the street , or the watch - house ; was utterly insensible of shame , and lived upon the town as a beast of prey in a forest . Thus I reached the summit of modern glory , and had just acquired the ...
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... passed it over , unpraised and unnoticed . 6 " If an apology should be deemed necessary for the freedom here used with our inimitable bard , let me conclude in the words of Longinus : Whoever was carefully to collect the blemishes of ...
... passed it over , unpraised and unnoticed . 6 " If an apology should be deemed necessary for the freedom here used with our inimitable bard , let me conclude in the words of Longinus : Whoever was carefully to collect the blemishes of ...
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... passed , and in which I can , therefore , have no interest : I am utterly unconcerned to know whether Tully or Demosthenes excelled in oratory , whether Hannibal lost Italy by his own negligence or the cor- ruption of his countrymen . I ...
... passed , and in which I can , therefore , have no interest : I am utterly unconcerned to know whether Tully or Demosthenes excelled in oratory , whether Hannibal lost Italy by his own negligence or the cor- ruption of his countrymen . I ...
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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?