The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 21–22 tomai |
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... death : Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit , Montibus hæc vestris : soli cantare periti Arcades . O mihi tum quàm molliter ossa quiescant , Vestra meos olim si fistula dicat amores ! -Yet , O Arcadian swains , Ye best artificers of ...
... death : Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit , Montibus hæc vestris : soli cantare periti Arcades . O mihi tum quàm molliter ossa quiescant , Vestra meos olim si fistula dicat amores ! -Yet , O Arcadian swains , Ye best artificers of ...
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... death , or banishment deserves . " TO THE ADVENTURER . " DEAR BROTHER , DRYDEN . " THE thirst of glory is , I think , allowed , even by the dull dogs who can sit still long enough to write books , to be a noble appetite . 66 My ambition ...
... death , or banishment deserves . " TO THE ADVENTURER . " DEAR BROTHER , DRYDEN . " THE thirst of glory is , I think , allowed , even by the dull dogs who can sit still long enough to write books , to be a noble appetite . 66 My ambition ...
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... Death ; the mission of Raphael to Adam ; the con- versations between Adam and his wife ; the creation ; the account which Adam gives of his first sensations , and of the approach of Eve from the hand of her Creator ; the whole behaviour ...
... Death ; the mission of Raphael to Adam ; the con- versations between Adam and his wife ; the creation ; the account which Adam gives of his first sensations , and of the approach of Eve from the hand of her Creator ; the whole behaviour ...
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... death . Whether by the caprice which is common to vio- lent passions , or whether by some potion which Nou- rassin found means to administer to his scholar , is not known ; but of Nourassin she became enamoured to the most romantic ...
... death . Whether by the caprice which is common to vio- lent passions , or whether by some potion which Nou- rassin found means to administer to his scholar , is not known ; but of Nourassin she became enamoured to the most romantic ...
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... death ? VIRG . ÆN . x . 811 . DRYDEN . I HAVE before remarked , that human wit has never been able to render courage contemptible by ridi- cule : though courage , as it is sometimes a proof of exalted virtue , is also frequently an ...
... death ? VIRG . ÆN . x . 811 . DRYDEN . I HAVE before remarked , that human wit has never been able to render courage contemptible by ridi- cule : though courage , as it is sometimes a proof of exalted virtue , is also frequently an ...
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25 psl. - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
7 psl. - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
129 psl. - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
26 psl. - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
168 psl. - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
115 psl. - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
127 psl. - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
167 psl. - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
52 psl. - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
7 psl. - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?