The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Sivu 4
... hear me in cold blood . If there are any who have forfeited their innocence , they must now consider themselves under that melancholy view in which Chamont regards his sister , in those beautiful lines : · Long she flourish'd , Grew ...
... hear me in cold blood . If there are any who have forfeited their innocence , they must now consider themselves under that melancholy view in which Chamont regards his sister , in those beautiful lines : · Long she flourish'd , Grew ...
Sivu 36
... this reason , when any public affair is upon the anvil , I love to hear the reflections that arise upon it in the several districts and parishes of London and Westminster , and to ramble up and down a whole 36 403 . SPECTATOR .
... this reason , when any public affair is upon the anvil , I love to hear the reflections that arise upon it in the several districts and parishes of London and Westminster , and to ramble up and down a whole 36 403 . SPECTATOR .
Sivu 38
... then turned on my right hand into Fish - street , where the chief politician of that quarter , upon hear- ing the news , ( after having taken a pipe of tobacco , " and ruminated for some time ) If , ' 38 403 . SPECTATOR .
... then turned on my right hand into Fish - street , where the chief politician of that quarter , upon hear- ing the news , ( after having taken a pipe of tobacco , " and ruminated for some time ) If , ' 38 403 . SPECTATOR .
Sivu 40
... hear so many different opinions upon so great an event , and to observe how naturally upon such a piece of news every one is apt to consider it with regard to his particular interest and advantage . L. ADDISON . N ° 404 . FRIDAY , JUNE ...
... hear so many different opinions upon so great an event , and to observe how naturally upon such a piece of news every one is apt to consider it with regard to his particular interest and advantage . L. ADDISON . N ° 404 . FRIDAY , JUNE ...
Sivu 85
... hears the warbling of birds , and the purling of streams ; but , upon the finishing of some secret spell , the fantastic scene breaks up , and the disconsolate knight finds himself on a barren heath , or in a soli- tary desart . It is ...
... hears the warbling of birds , and the purling of streams ; but , upon the finishing of some secret spell , the fantastic scene breaks up , and the disconsolate knight finds himself on a barren heath , or in a soli- tary desart . It is ...
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Sivu 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Sivu 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Sivu 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Sivu 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Sivu 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Sivu 369 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Sivu 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
Sivu 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Sivu 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Sivu 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...