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... round the court in search of an object to be knocked down by a blow of his boisterous playfulness , or , in a more serious mood , while he is sketch- ing on the margin of his brief the outline of an impossible republic , or running ...
... round the court in search of an object to be knocked down by a blow of his boisterous playfulness , or , in a more serious mood , while he is sketch- ing on the margin of his brief the outline of an impossible republic , or running ...
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... round of little numbered compartments or pigeon - holes , into one of which it finally settled , when the number was proclaimed aloud . Beside this apparatus there was painted on the green baize a table of various successive numbers ...
... round of little numbered compartments or pigeon - holes , into one of which it finally settled , when the number was proclaimed aloud . Beside this apparatus there was painted on the green baize a table of various successive numbers ...
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... round in town , and whose senses are consequently accustomed and blunted to the stimulus of its imposing movements and its noises . This is precisely my own case . Although no stranger to the multitudinous capital , my latter years have ...
... round in town , and whose senses are consequently accustomed and blunted to the stimulus of its imposing movements and its noises . This is precisely my own case . Although no stranger to the multitudinous capital , my latter years have ...
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... round in London , and having little relish and less taste for any thing out of it . Country gentlemen are always led into the lobby : perhaps it is the effect of the transition from youth to middle age , but I could not help fancying ...
... round in London , and having little relish and less taste for any thing out of it . Country gentlemen are always led into the lobby : perhaps it is the effect of the transition from youth to middle age , but I could not help fancying ...
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... round Beauty play'd , Nor gods ' mid joys imagined shame , When the coy Muse a blush betray'd , And Graces fann'd the flame . Like palaces your temples shone , Heroic games your glory raised , Where way'd o'er Isthmian feasts the crown ...
... round Beauty play'd , Nor gods ' mid joys imagined shame , When the coy Muse a blush betray'd , And Graces fann'd the flame . Like palaces your temples shone , Heroic games your glory raised , Where way'd o'er Isthmian feasts the crown ...
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Page 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 278 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 339 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 536 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 539 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Page 114 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 539 - Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Page 63 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 114 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.