Monthly Review; Or Literary Journal Enlarged, Nide 21Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths R. Griffiths., 1759 Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths. |
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Sivu 3 - When we see a stroke aimed and just ready to fall upon the leg or arm of another person, we naturally shrink and draw back our own leg or our own arm; and when it does fall, we feel it in some measure, and are hurt by it as well as the sufferer.
Sivu 3 - As we have no immediate experience of what other men feel, we can form no idea of the manner in which they are affected, but by conceiving what we ourselves should feel in the like situation.
Sivu 3 - Though our brother is upon the rack, as long as we ourselves are at our ease, our senses will never inform us of what he suffers. They never did, and never can, carry us beyond our own person, and it is by the imagination only that we can form any conception of what are his sensations.
Sivu 215 - He laughed himself from court; then sought relief By forming parties, but could ne'er be chief; For, spite of him, the weight of business fell On Absalom, and wise Achitophel ; Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, He left not faction, but of that was left.
Sivu 3 - By the imagination we place ourselves in his situation, we conceive ourselves enduring all the same torments, we enter as it were into his body, and become in some measure the same person with him, and thence form some idea of his sensations, and even feel something which, though weaker in degree, is not altogether unlike them.
Sivu 3 - ... weaker in degree, is not altogether unlike them. His agonies, when they are thus brought home to ourselves, when we have thus adopted and made them our own, begin at last to affect us, and we then tremble and shudder at the thought of what he feels.
Sivu 32 - ... a price; that it had power to reconcile him to those, whom he had most offended and provoked; and continued to his age with that rare felicity, that his company was acceptable, where his spirit was odious; and he was at least pitied, where he was most detested.
Sivu 160 - ... bewailing the unhappy life he " lived, both with respect to himself, who, by the " excess of pleasures which he indulged to himself, " was indeed without the true delight and relish of " any ; and in respect to his government, which he " totally neglected, and of which the kingdom was " so sensible, that it could not be long before he felt
Sivu 555 - ... you might as well take the book along with them ; one cold eternal winter would reign in every page of it : restore them to the writer, — he steps forth like a bridegroom, — bids All hail ; brings in variety, and forbids the appetite to fail. All the dexterity is in the good cookery and management of them...
Sivu 217 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!