The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Niteet 21–22 |
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Sivu 62
... " I was envied ; but how little can one man judge of the condition of another ? The time was now coming , in which affluence and splendour could no longer make me pleased with myself . I had built 62 No. 102 . ADVENTURER .
... " I was envied ; but how little can one man judge of the condition of another ? The time was now coming , in which affluence and splendour could no longer make me pleased with myself . I had built 62 No. 102 . ADVENTURER .
Sivu 63
British essayists Alexander Chalmers. longer make me pleased with myself . I had built till the imagination of the architect was exhausted ; I had added one convenience to another , till I knew not what more to wish or to design ; I had ...
British essayists Alexander Chalmers. longer make me pleased with myself . I had built till the imagination of the architect was exhausted ; I had added one convenience to another , till I knew not what more to wish or to design ; I had ...
Sivu 66
... pleased myself with approaching , and which I considered as the chief end of my cares and my labours . I toiled year after year with cheerfulness , in expectation of the happy hour in which I might be idle ; the pri- vilege of idleness ...
... pleased myself with approaching , and which I considered as the chief end of my cares and my labours . I toiled year after year with cheerfulness , in expectation of the happy hour in which I might be idle ; the pri- vilege of idleness ...
Sivu 91
... pleased to think on the time when he shall pause from a sense of his condition . When a poetical grove invites us to its covert , we know that we shall find what we have already seen , a limpid brook murmuring over pebbles , a bank di ...
... pleased to think on the time when he shall pause from a sense of his condition . When a poetical grove invites us to its covert , we know that we shall find what we have already seen , a limpid brook murmuring over pebbles , a bank di ...
Sivu 95
... pleased to think on the time when he shall pause from a sense of his condition . When a poetical grove invites us to its covert , we know that we shall find what we have already seen , a limpid brook murmuring over pebbles , a bank di ...
... pleased to think on the time when he shall pause from a sense of his condition . When a poetical grove invites us to its covert , we know that we shall find what we have already seen , a limpid brook murmuring over pebbles , a bank di ...
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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?
Sivu 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!
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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?