The essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1840 |
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... answering to them has had a being . Their importance is from the past . CASTING a preparatory glance at the bottom of this article as the wary connoisseur in prints , with cursory eye , ( which , while it reads , seems as though it read ...
... answering to them has had a being . Their importance is from the past . CASTING a preparatory glance at the bottom of this article as the wary connoisseur in prints , with cursory eye , ( which , while it reads , seems as though it read ...
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... answer to the vague gestures of an inexplicable rambling mime - these are faint shadows of what I have undergone from a series of the ablest - executed pieces of this empty instrumental music . I deny not , that in the opening of a ...
... answer to the vague gestures of an inexplicable rambling mime - these are faint shadows of what I have undergone from a series of the ablest - executed pieces of this empty instrumental music . I deny not , that in the opening of a ...
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... answered ; with any that had not some tincture of the absurd in their characters . I venerate an honest obliquity of understanding . The more laugh- able blunders a man shall commit in your company , the more tests he giveth you , that ...
... answered ; with any that had not some tincture of the absurd in their characters . I venerate an honest obliquity of understanding . The more laugh- able blunders a man shall commit in your company , the more tests he giveth you , that ...
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... answers , having been drilled into this kind of etiquette by some years ' daily practice of riding to and fro in the stage afore- said when he suddenly alarmed me by a startling question , whether I had seen the show of prize cattle ...
... answers , having been drilled into this kind of etiquette by some years ' daily practice of riding to and fro in the stage afore- said when he suddenly alarmed me by a startling question , whether I had seen the show of prize cattle ...
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... answers which Quakers are often found to return to a question put to them may be explained , I think , without the vulgar assumption , that they are more given to evasion and equivocating than other people . naturally look to their ...
... answers which Quakers are often found to return to a question put to them may be explained , I think , without the vulgar assumption , that they are more given to evasion and equivocating than other people . naturally look to their ...
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Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Bassanio beauty Benedick Bertram better brother brought called Cassio child Claudio confess count Paris cousin Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dreams Dromio duke Ephesus eyes face fancy father fear feel Ganimed gentle gentleman give grace Hamlet hath hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hertfordshire honour husband Iago Illyria Imogen Isabel Katherine kind king knew lady Leonato lived look lord lord Capulet Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid manner Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind nature never night noble Olivia once Orlando Othello passion Pericles person Petruchio play pleasant poor Portia present prince Prospero Protheus Quakers queen remember replied Romeo Rosalind seemed seen Shylock sight sleep sort speak spirit strange sweet tell thee thing thou thought Timon tion told true truth Tybalt Valentine Viola whist wife wish words young youth
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الصفحة 55 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
الصفحة 55 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
الصفحة 74 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
الصفحة 73 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
الصفحة 69 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
الصفحة 74 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 50 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
الصفحة 95 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
الصفحة 75 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
الصفحة 42 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness!