The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 21–22 tomai |
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... success ; for , if we except Calphurnius , an obscure author of the lower ages , I know not that a single pastoral was written after him by any poet , till the revival of li- terature . " But though his general merit has been univer ...
... success ; for , if we except Calphurnius , an obscure author of the lower ages , I know not that a single pastoral was written after him by any poet , till the revival of li- terature . " But though his general merit has been univer ...
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... which is spent in the prosecution of some purpose to which our powers are equal , and which we , therefore , prosecute with success : for this reason , it is absurd to c 2 NO . 94 . 15 ADVENTURER . Absurd Taste in Gardening-'Squire.
... which is spent in the prosecution of some purpose to which our powers are equal , and which we , therefore , prosecute with success : for this reason , it is absurd to c 2 NO . 94 . 15 ADVENTURER . Absurd Taste in Gardening-'Squire.
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... success . Nor is the value of life less , than if our enjoyment did not thus consist in an- ticipation ; for by anticipation , the pleasure which would otherwise be contracted within an hour , is diffused through a week ; and if the ...
... success . Nor is the value of life less , than if our enjoyment did not thus consist in an- ticipation ; for by anticipation , the pleasure which would otherwise be contracted within an hour , is diffused through a week ; and if the ...
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... success puts him into the possession of a sum sufficient to subsist him in idleness the remainder of his life : and in this case , the idleness which made him wretched while he waited for the bounty of for- tune , will necessarily keep ...
... success puts him into the possession of a sum sufficient to subsist him in idleness the remainder of his life : and in this case , the idleness which made him wretched while he waited for the bounty of for- tune , will necessarily keep ...
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... success , or he will be reduced to his original indigence by the loss of that which he knew not how to enjoy : if this happens , of which there is the highest degree of probability , he will in- stantly become more wretched in ...
... success , or he will be reduced to his original indigence by the loss of that which he knew not how to enjoy : if this happens , of which there is the highest degree of probability , he will in- stantly become more wretched in ...
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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?