The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, 25–26 tomaiT. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... mean the gen- tlemen who stake an estate , against the cunning of those who have none ; for I leave the cure of lunatics to the professors of physic : I mean the dissolute and indigent : who in the common phrase put themselves in ...
... mean the gen- tlemen who stake an estate , against the cunning of those who have none ; for I leave the cure of lunatics to the professors of physic : I mean the dissolute and indigent : who in the common phrase put themselves in ...
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... mean the gen- tlemen who stake an estate , against the cunning of those who have none ; for I leave the cure of lunatics to the professors of physic : I mean the dissolute and indigent : who in the common phrase put themselves in ...
... mean the gen- tlemen who stake an estate , against the cunning of those who have none ; for I leave the cure of lunatics to the professors of physic : I mean the dissolute and indigent : who in the common phrase put themselves in ...
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... means of happiness which it was not found to afford . The gamester , therefore , of whatever class , plays against manifest odds ; since that which he wins he discovers to be brass , and that which he loses he values as gold . And it ...
... means of happiness which it was not found to afford . The gamester , therefore , of whatever class , plays against manifest odds ; since that which he wins he discovers to be brass , and that which he loses he values as gold . And it ...
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... means by which it was obtained ! and yet at last he had gained nothing more than he expected ; his danger was not known time enough to alarm his fear ; the value of his acquisition was not increased ; nor had Providence interposed ...
... means by which it was obtained ! and yet at last he had gained nothing more than he expected ; his danger was not known time enough to alarm his fear ; the value of his acquisition was not increased ; nor had Providence interposed ...
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... means of happiness which wealth well used could bestow . After the first ceremonies had passed , he threw himself again back in his chair upon my having refused it , looked wist- fully at his fingers ' ends , crossed his legs , inquired ...
... means of happiness which wealth well used could bestow . After the first ceremonies had passed , he threw himself again back in his chair upon my having refused it , looked wist- fully at his fingers ' ends , crossed his legs , inquired ...
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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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26 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.
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138 psl. - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
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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!
53 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.
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