The British Essayists: TatlerJames Ferguson J. Richardson and Company, 1823 |
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... town how many pounds he might have had to have been troubled with one of them . After they are tired with that , the next thing is , to make their compliments to the married couple and their rela- tions . They are equally busy at a ...
... town how many pounds he might have had to have been troubled with one of them . After they are tired with that , the next thing is , to make their compliments to the married couple and their rela- tions . They are equally busy at a ...
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... from one end of the town to the other , calling in at every place of resort , without being able to fix a quarter of an hour in any , and in a particular haste without knowing for what . It would , methinks , be some 112 . 35 TATLER .
... from one end of the town to the other , calling in at every place of resort , without being able to fix a quarter of an hour in any , and in a particular haste without knowing for what . It would , methinks , be some 112 . 35 TATLER .
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... town , the originals to be seen every night in the side - boxes of the play- house . A sword with a steel diamond hilt , never drawn but once at May - fair . Six clean packs of cards , a quart of orange - flower- water , a pair of ...
... town , the originals to be seen every night in the side - boxes of the play- house . A sword with a steel diamond hilt , never drawn but once at May - fair . Six clean packs of cards , a quart of orange - flower- water , a pair of ...
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... town , was to carry the war into my own quarters . I do , therefore , solemnly declare , notwithstanding that I am a great lover of art and ingenuity , that if I hear he opens any of his people's mouths against me , I shall not fail to ...
... town , was to carry the war into my own quarters . I do , therefore , solemnly declare , notwithstanding that I am a great lover of art and ingenuity , that if I hear he opens any of his people's mouths against me , I shall not fail to ...
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... town with great pomp and ceremony , in order to be buried with his ances- tors of the Peak . It is a maxim in morality , that we are to speak nothing but truth of the living , nothing but good of the dead . As I have carefully observed ...
... town with great pomp and ceremony , in order to be buried with his ances- tors of the Peak . It is a maxim in morality , that we are to speak nothing but truth of the living , nothing but good of the dead . As I have carefully observed ...
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Page 47 - But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance, after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 5 - So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 5 - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body...
Page 6 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Page 47 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and...
Page 62 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 48 - Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate; Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Page 30 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Page 198 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills ; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curst indeed ; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of Earth and Heaven.
Page 366 - She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport; which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.