Letters on the English Nation, 2 tomas1755 |
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... expreffion ; tho ' the firft is the gift of heaven , the latter is the effect of study ; and notwithstanding fome men are born with greater aptitude to design than others , as fome are with more facility of fpeaking than others , yet it ...
... expreffion ; tho ' the firft is the gift of heaven , the latter is the effect of study ; and notwithstanding fome men are born with greater aptitude to design than others , as fome are with more facility of fpeaking than others , yet it ...
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... done this . BUT in trivial affairs , fuch as the inadver tent and unbecoming expreffions of three intoxi cated boys , where no danger could attend the indifcretion , in a place where they had not the indif- 110 LETTER XXXIX .
... done this . BUT in trivial affairs , fuch as the inadver tent and unbecoming expreffions of three intoxi cated boys , where no danger could attend the indifcretion , in a place where they had not the indif- 110 LETTER XXXIX .
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... expreffion , and he should fuffer for it . Ir may , I think , be fairly collected from the ancients , that the old Italians were no enemies to wine , but indulged their glass whilst freedom lafted amongst them ; which cuftom they would ...
... expreffion , and he should fuffer for it . Ir may , I think , be fairly collected from the ancients , that the old Italians were no enemies to wine , but indulged their glass whilst freedom lafted amongst them ; which cuftom they would ...
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... expreffions ; he will most certainly be ill thought of , and confidered as a well - wisher to the Gallic nation . . 1 THE averfion to all which is the product of that people , is the reigning paffion amongst the number of this ifland ...
... expreffions ; he will most certainly be ill thought of , and confidered as a well - wisher to the Gallic nation . . 1 THE averfion to all which is the product of that people , is the reigning paffion amongst the number of this ifland ...
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... yet not understand each others expreffions . A FRENCH Cock is well understood by an English ; and the founds with which a hen calls P 3 her " her young , tho ' uttered by a Spanish LETTER LII . 213 Rome Continuation of the fame fubject.
... yet not understand each others expreffions . A FRENCH Cock is well understood by an English ; and the founds with which a hen calls P 3 her " her young , tho ' uttered by a Spanish LETTER LII . 213 Rome Continuation of the fame fubject.
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245 psl. - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
242 psl. - Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, — Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my wak'd wrath ! lago.
241 psl. - I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known...
245 psl. - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
241 psl. - That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
73 psl. - ... of discovering the perpetual motion. During a period of thirty years, he never went abroad but once, which was when he was obliged to take the oath of allegiance to King George the First ; this was also the only time he changed his shirt and clothes, or shaved himself, during the whole time of his retirement.
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238 psl. - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
294 psl. - Push, push the Battle, and the Day's our own. Their Ranks are broke, down with Albany. Who holds my Hands? O thou deceiving Sleep, I was this very Minute on the Chace; And now a Prisoner here. — What mean the Slaves? You will not murder me? CORD. Help, Earth and Heaven! For your Souls sake, dear Sirs, and for the Gods.