The Spectator, المجلد 6Alexander Chalmers E. Sargeant, M. & W. Ward, Munroe, Francis & Parker, and Edward Cotton, Boston, 1810 |
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الصفحة 10
... me very often watch when my daughter sleeps , as I am afraid she is even with me in her turn . Now , sir , what I would desire of you is , to represent to this fluttering tribe of young fel- lows 10 No. 311 . SPECTATOR .
... me very often watch when my daughter sleeps , as I am afraid she is even with me in her turn . Now , sir , what I would desire of you is , to represent to this fluttering tribe of young fel- lows 10 No. 311 . SPECTATOR .
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... turn their heads that way , because they are good for nothing else . If a young fellow finds he can make noth- ing of Coke and Littleton , he provides himself with a ladder of ropes , and by that means very often enters upon the ...
... turn their heads that way , because they are good for nothing else . If a young fellow finds he can make noth- ing of Coke and Littleton , he provides himself with a ladder of ropes , and by that means very often enters upon the ...
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... turns his face from the unhappy man , who will not look again when his eye is cast upon modest sorrow , who shuns affliction like a contagion , does but pamper him- self up for a sacrifice , and contract in himself a greater aptitude to ...
... turns his face from the unhappy man , who will not look again when his eye is cast upon modest sorrow , who shuns affliction like a contagion , does but pamper him- self up for a sacrifice , and contract in himself a greater aptitude to ...
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... turn your instructions for the benefit of that part of our sex who are yet in their native innocence , and igno- rant of the vices and that variety of unhappiness that reign amongst us . ' I must tell you , Mr. Spectator , that it is as ...
... turn your instructions for the benefit of that part of our sex who are yet in their native innocence , and igno- rant of the vices and that variety of unhappiness that reign amongst us . ' I must tell you , Mr. Spectator , that it is as ...
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... turn prodigals ! Nothing lies upon . our hands with such uneasiness , nor have there been so many devices for any one thing , as to make it slide away imperceptibly and to no pur- pose . A shilling shall be hoarded up with care , whilst ...
... turn prodigals ! Nothing lies upon . our hands with such uneasiness , nor have there been so many devices for any one thing , as to make it slide away imperceptibly and to no pur- pose . A shilling shall be hoarded up with care , whilst ...
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الصفحة 200 - Authority and reason on her wait, As one intended first, not after made Occasionally: and, to consummate all, Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic placed.
الصفحة 227 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
الصفحة 88 - Not distant far from thence, a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
الصفحة 319 - The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
الصفحة 284 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer, and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
الصفحة 259 - Thy suppliant I beg, and clasp thy knees ; bereave me not, Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel, in this uttermost distress, My only strength and stay ; forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
الصفحة 68 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad, In naked majesty seem'd lords of all, And worthy seem'd ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed), Whence true authority in men...
الصفحة 228 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
الصفحة 102 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
الصفحة 286 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.