The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, 25–26 tomaiT. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will exemplify the truth of this ...
... lady who had been brought to this solitude in her infancy , and had never beheld a man except her father . As I have affirmed that Shakspeare's chief excel- lence is the consistency of his characters , I will exemplify the truth of this ...
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... , he gave me the follow- ing account of the several inhabitants . The lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and economy * 109 . 97 ADVENTUrer . Observations on the Tempest concluded Warton.
... , he gave me the follow- ing account of the several inhabitants . The lady in the first apartment had prevailed upon her husband , a man of study and economy * 109 . 97 ADVENTUrer . Observations on the Tempest concluded Warton.
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... lady complained , that the rights of quality and fortune were invaded , that her credit was lost with the fashionable world , and that ignorance and brutality had robbed her of the pleasures of a reasonable being , and rendered her the ...
... lady complained , that the rights of quality and fortune were invaded , that her credit was lost with the fashionable world , and that ignorance and brutality had robbed her of the pleasures of a reasonable being , and rendered her the ...
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... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an old gouty uncle , had assented to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foibles , in full expectation of being made his executrix ; when happening one day to affirm that his gruel ...
... lady had for many years as- siduously attended an old gouty uncle , had assented to all his absurdities , and humoured all his foibles , in full expectation of being made his executrix ; when happening one day to affirm that his gruel ...
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... Lady Harriet Brittle , whose opinion was for- merly decisive at all auctions , where she was usually appealed to about the genuineness of porcelain . She purchased at an exorbitant price , a Mandarin and a Jos , that were the envy of ...
... Lady Harriet Brittle , whose opinion was for- merly decisive at all auctions , where she was usually appealed to about the genuineness of porcelain . She purchased at an exorbitant price , a Mandarin and a Jos , that were the envy of ...
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The British Essayists– With Preface Biographical and Critical, 45 tomas Lionel Thomas Berguer Visos knygos peržiūra - 1823 |
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acquainted ADVENTURER Almerine amusement ancient appearance bagnio beauty character CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS Clodio considered Corsica daugh daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress elegant endeavoured entertain equal Euripides evil excel eyes fashion father favour fear Felicia felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune frequently Fretters gentleman give Glastonbury thorn happiness heart Hilario honour hope humble servant humour imagination kind king knew labour lady less lived look Lord Lord CHESTERFIELD Madam mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery nature ness never night obliged observed paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure Posidippus pounds present Quintilian racter readers reason RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY Shelimah shew SOAME JENYNS Soliman sometimes soon suffered sure taste thee thing thou thought tion told truth virtue wife WILLIAM PULTENEY Wilson wish wretch writer
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179 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!
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