The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, 21–22 tomai |
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... taste of my neighbours , I bought guns and nets , filled my kennel with dogs , and my stable with horses ; but a little experience showed me that these instruments of rural felicity would afford me few gratifications . I never shot but ...
... taste of my neighbours , I bought guns and nets , filled my kennel with dogs , and my stable with horses ; but a little experience showed me that these instruments of rural felicity would afford me few gratifications . I never shot but ...
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... taste of Shelimah the coarsest food should be the most exquisite dainty : that the rags which covered her , should in her estimation be equal to cloth of gold ; that she should prize a palace less than a cottage ; and that in these ...
... taste of Shelimah the coarsest food should be the most exquisite dainty : that the rags which covered her , should in her estimation be equal to cloth of gold ; that she should prize a palace less than a cottage ; and that in these ...
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... taste and smell ; of power to repel diseases , or precipitate the stroke of 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 ...
... taste and smell ; of power to repel diseases , or precipitate the stroke of 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 ...
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... taste , and literature , scarcely ever suffered more irreparably , than by the loss of the comedies of Menander ; some of whose fragments , agreeable to my promise , I am now going to lay be- fore you , which I should imagine would be ...
... taste , and literature , scarcely ever suffered more irreparably , than by the loss of the comedies of Menander ; some of whose fragments , agreeable to my promise , I am now going to lay be- fore you , which I should imagine would be ...
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... taste of the Romans for comic entertainments : that in the Augustan age itself , notwithstanding the censure of Horace , they preferred the low buffoonery and drollery of Plautus to the delicacy and civility of Terence , the faithful 82 ...
... taste of the Romans for comic entertainments : that in the Augustan age itself , notwithstanding the censure of Horace , they preferred the low buffoonery and drollery of Plautus to the delicacy and civility of Terence , the faithful 82 ...
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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?