The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 21–22 tomai |
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... entertainment . Such was the benevolence of pity ! But a lady who had VOL . XXI . L taken the opportunity of a very slight acquaintance to satisfy NO . 110 . 109 ADVENTURER . A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift; a Vision WARTON.
... entertainment . Such was the benevolence of pity ! But a lady who had VOL . XXI . L taken the opportunity of a very slight acquaintance to satisfy NO . 110 . 109 ADVENTURER . A Visit to Bedlam with Dean Swift; a Vision WARTON.
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British essayists Alexander Chalmers. taken the opportunity of a very slight acquaintance to satisfy her curiosity , was touched with much deeper distress ; and fainting in the struggle to con- ceal the emotions of her mind , fell back ...
British essayists Alexander Chalmers. taken the opportunity of a very slight acquaintance to satisfy her curiosity , was touched with much deeper distress ; and fainting in the struggle to con- ceal the emotions of her mind , fell back ...
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... acquaintance with public life , is to be acquired . This opinion , which conti- nued to flatter the levity and pride that produced it , was strengthened by the example of those whose manner in the diffidence of youth I wished to imi ...
... acquaintance with public life , is to be acquired . This opinion , which conti- nued to flatter the levity and pride that produced it , was strengthened by the example of those whose manner in the diffidence of youth I wished to imi ...
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... acquaintance , re- minding him that the gentleman extremely resem- bled a person , from whom we had taken a girl that he was carrying to the bagnio , and , indeed , that his present reserve made me suspect him to be the same ; but that ...
... acquaintance , re- minding him that the gentleman extremely resem- bled a person , from whom we had taken a girl that he was carrying to the bagnio , and , indeed , that his present reserve made me suspect him to be the same ; but that ...
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... acquaintance , and whom I well remember to have been brought before my friend Justice Worthy , when I was accidentally at his house , as the keeper of a brothel in Covent Gar- den . He has since won a considerable sum with false dice at ...
... acquaintance , and whom I well remember to have been brought before my friend Justice Worthy , when I was accidentally at his house , as the keeper of a brothel in Covent Gar- den . He has since won a considerable sum with false dice at ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
acquaintance Adventurer amusement appearance bagnio beauty Caliban character Clodio considered Corsica danger daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful elegance endeavoured entertainment equal Euripides evil excellence eyes fashion father favour fear felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune Fretters gentleman give Goneril happiness heart Hilario honour hope horses humble servant imagination kind knew labour lady learned lence less letter lived look Lord Lord Chesterfield mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind moral nature neral ness never night obliged observed OVID paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure poet Posidippus pounds present produced Prospero Quintilian racter readers reason Richard Owen Cambridge ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY scarce sentiments Shelimah sometimes soon suffer taste thee Theocritus thing thou thought tion told truth VIRG virtue Westminster school wife wish wretch writer
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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?