Interesting Anecdotes, Memoirs, Allegories, Essays, and Poetical Fragments;: Tending to Amuse the Fancy, and Inculcate MoralityT.N. Longman, 1796 |
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... great confidence in their fkill , and fome , indeed , were preferved by it from finking , who had received only a fingle blow ; but I remarked that few veffels lafted long which had been been much repaired , nor was it found that the ( 30 )
... great confidence in their fkill , and fome , indeed , were preferved by it from finking , who had received only a fingle blow ; but I remarked that few veffels lafted long which had been been much repaired , nor was it found that the ( 30 )
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... received with that ardour which is always the attendant upon the first impreffion of regards . But , though wit be an agreeable , it is by no means the only 1 2 an ( 59 ) judicioufly candid Addison held both: "It is ...
... received with that ardour which is always the attendant upon the first impreffion of regards . But , though wit be an agreeable , it is by no means the only 1 2 an ( 59 ) judicioufly candid Addison held both: "It is ...
Sivu 121
... received in his own body , and fell dead at his feet . THE LADIES ' MIERY , IN A SUMMER RETIREMENT . HE feafon of the year is now come , in which THE the theatres are fhut , and the card tables forfaken ; the regions of luxury are for a ...
... received in his own body , and fell dead at his feet . THE LADIES ' MIERY , IN A SUMMER RETIREMENT . HE feafon of the year is now come , in which THE the theatres are fhut , and the card tables forfaken ; the regions of luxury are for a ...
Sivu 121
... received in his own body , and fell dead at his feet . THE LADIES ' MIERY , IN A SUMMER RETIREMENT . HE feafon of the year is now come , in which THE the theatres are fhut , and the card tables forfaken ; the regions of luxury are for a ...
... received in his own body , and fell dead at his feet . THE LADIES ' MIERY , IN A SUMMER RETIREMENT . HE feafon of the year is now come , in which THE the theatres are fhut , and the card tables forfaken ; the regions of luxury are for a ...
Sivu 132
... received , my father bleffed me , and returned to the protection of a helplefs wife and family ; as long as I can remember , bread of the blackeft kind , with water , has been their daily fubfiftence , and even that is earned by labour ...
... received , my father bleffed me , and returned to the protection of a helplefs wife and family ; as long as I can remember , bread of the blackeft kind , with water , has been their daily fubfiftence , and even that is earned by labour ...
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Sivu 193 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Sivu 93 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Sivu 8 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Sivu 194 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Sivu 93 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Sivu 8 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Sivu 191 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.
Sivu 195 - Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time ? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.
Sivu 92 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Sivu 223 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.