The Spectator [by J. Addison and others]. With hist. and biogr. preface, and explanatory notes, Volumen81823 |
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... short hints from unknown hands . I have not been able to trace favours of this kind with any certainty , but the following names , which I place in the order wherein I received the obligation , though the first I am going to name can ...
... short hints from unknown hands . I have not been able to trace favours of this kind with any certainty , but the following names , which I place in the order wherein I received the obligation , though the first I am going to name can ...
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... short , I wrangle and dispute for exercise ; and have carried this point so far , that I was once like to have been run through the body for making a little too free with my betters . In a word , I am quite another man to what I was ...
... short , I wrangle and dispute for exercise ; and have carried this point so far , that I was once like to have been run through the body for making a little too free with my betters . In a word , I am quite another man to what I was ...
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... short waist for a pair of round shoulders , and a third cheapening a bad face for a lost reputation ; but on all these occasions there was VOL . XIV . U not one of them who did not think the new 22 N ° 559 . SPECTATOR .
... short waist for a pair of round shoulders , and a third cheapening a bad face for a lost reputation ; but on all these occasions there was VOL . XIV . U not one of them who did not think the new 22 N ° 559 . SPECTATOR .
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... short face , but he made such a grotes- que figure in it , that as I looked upon him I could not forbear laughing at myself , insomuch that I put my own face out of countenance . The poor gentle- man was so sensible of the ridicule ...
... short face , but he made such a grotes- que figure in it , that as I looked upon him I could not forbear laughing at myself , insomuch that I put my own face out of countenance . The poor gentle- man was so sensible of the ridicule ...
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... short , sir , my case has been something like that of those discreet ani- mals the monkeys , who , as the Indians tell us , can speak if they would , but purposely avoid it , that they may not be made to work . I have hitherto gained a ...
... short , sir , my case has been something like that of those discreet ani- mals the monkeys , who , as the Indians tell us , can speak if they would , but purposely avoid it , that they may not be made to work . I have hitherto gained a ...
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acquaintance admirer agreeable appear battle of Blenheim beautiful body CICERO consider conversation creature delight dervis desire discourse divine DRYDEN endeavour entertain Epig eternity eyes faculties fair lady fancy favour freebench FRIDAY gentleman give glory Gyges hand happiness hath hear heart heaven Herodotus Hilpa honour humour husband imagination infinite Julius Cæsar JUNE 23 Jupiter kind king lady letter light lived look lover mankind manner Marcus Aurelius marriage married Middle Temple mind MONDAY nation nature never obliged observed occasion ourselves OVID pain paper particular passion person philosopher pleased pleasure present pretty quæ reader reason received roundhead says secret Shalum shew soul speak Spectator tell tence thing thou thought tion Tirzah told truth VIII VIRG virtue WEDNESDAY Whichenovre whig whole widow words write young
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Página 116 - I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell ; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell : God knoweth ;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.
Página 310 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Página 125 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield; but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Página 310 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Página 49 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Página 158 - God's existence, by telling us that he comprehends infinite duration in every moment : that eternity is with him...
Página 45 - ... appeared one after another, until the whole firmament was in a glow. The blueness of the ether was exceedingly heightened and enlivened by the season of the year, and by the rays of all those luminaries that passed through it. The galaxy appeared in its most beautiful white. To complete the scene, the full moon rose at length in that clouded majesty...
Página 310 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 103 - I think, is a thinking intelligent being, that has reason and reflection, and can consider itself as itself, the same thinking thing, in different times and places...
Página 213 - How slowly Time creeps, till my Phebe return, While amidst the soft Zephyr's cool breezes I burn ; Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes ! bring hither my dear ! And rest so much longer for't, when she is here. " Ah ! Colin ! old Time is full of delay ; Nor will budge one foot faster, for all thou canst say...