The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volumes 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... soon discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , hic mollia prata , Lycori : Hic nemus ; hic ipso tecum consumerer ævo . Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis in armis ...
... soon discovers how much happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , hic mollia prata , Lycori : Hic nemus ; hic ipso tecum consumerer ævo . Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis in armis ...
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... soon become too common to confer distinction . In behalf of some among these candidates for fame , the legislature has , indeed , thought fit to interpose ; and their achievements are with great solemnity re- hearsed and recorded in a ...
... soon become too common to confer distinction . In behalf of some among these candidates for fame , the legislature has , indeed , thought fit to interpose ; and their achievements are with great solemnity re- hearsed and recorded in a ...
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... soon perceived the advantage of this transfor- mation . My manner had not , indeed , kept pace with my dress ; I was still modest and diffident , tempe- rate and sober , and consequently still subject to ridicule but I was now admitted ...
... soon perceived the advantage of this transfor- mation . My manner had not , indeed , kept pace with my dress ; I was still modest and diffident , tempe- rate and sober , and consequently still subject to ridicule but I was now admitted ...
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... soon able to walk home with a bottle and a pint . I had learned a sufficient number of fashionable toasts , and got by heart several toping and several bawdy songs , some of which I ventured to roar out with a friend hanging on my arm ...
... soon able to walk home with a bottle and a pint . I had learned a sufficient number of fashionable toasts , and got by heart several toping and several bawdy songs , some of which I ventured to roar out with a friend hanging on my arm ...
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... soon ini- tiated in the mysteries of the town , that they are never publicly known in their Greenhorn state ; others fix long in their Jemmyhood , others are Jessa- mies at fourscore , and some stagnate in each of the higher stages for ...
... soon ini- tiated in the mysteries of the town , that they are never publicly known in their Greenhorn state ; others fix long in their Jemmyhood , others are Jessa- mies at fourscore , and some stagnate in each of the higher stages for ...
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Page 26 - 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 8 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 138 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 139 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. 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.
Page 179 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 179 - 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 53 - 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 180 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Page 8 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Page 179 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.