Eighteenth Century EssaysAustin Dobson K. Paul, Trench & Company, 1888 - 284 psl. |
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a-clock acquaintance Addison admirable Ambrose Philips Aurengzebe BEAU beauty began Bickerstaff called character church club coffee-house Colley Cibber conversation Covent Garden cried critic dear death dine dinner discourse dogs drank dressed drink entertainment Estcourt excellent fancy followed Froth gave genius gentleman George Smalridge give Grand Vizier hand heard honest honour hour humour Jack Journal knew lady lived London look Lord manner mirth Mohocks Molière morning natural never night Nisby observed occasion old Spanish pointer paper parish passed person piece play pleased pleasure poor pretty readers replied Roger de Coverley Roger hearing says servant shew Sir Roger sitting soon Spectator Squire Steele Steele's talk taste Tatler tell Thomas Arne thorough-bass thought thousand guineas Tibbs tion told took town turn verse walk whole widow wine woman words
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