The British Essayists;: AdventurerJ. Johnson, J. Nichols and son, R. Baldwin, F. and C. Rivington, W. Otridge and son, W.J. and J. Richardson, A. Strahan, R. Faulder, ... [and 40 others], 1808 |
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... Happiness and Infelicity 139. The Design of the critical Papers in the Adventurer • 140. Account of the general Plan , and Conclusion of the Work WARTON HAWKES . THE ADVENTURER . N ° 92. SATURDAY , SEPTEMBER 22 VIIL CONTENTS .
... Happiness and Infelicity 139. The Design of the critical Papers in the Adventurer • 140. Account of the general Plan , and Conclusion of the Work WARTON HAWKES . THE ADVENTURER . N ° 92. SATURDAY , SEPTEMBER 22 VIIL CONTENTS .
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... happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , bic mollia prata , Lycori : Hic nemus ; hic ipso tecum consumerer ævo . Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis inarmis ; Tela inter media , atque ...
... happier he should be in these happy regions , with Lycoris at his side . Hic gelidi fontes , bic mollia prata , Lycori : Hic nemus ; hic ipso tecum consumerer ævo . Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis inarmis ; Tela inter media , atque ...
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... happiness to himself , first in one scheme and then in another ; and at last finds that nothing will satisfy : fam neque Hamadryades rursum , nec carmina nobis Ipsa placent : ipsa rursum concedite sylva . Non illum nostri possunt mutare ...
... happiness to himself , first in one scheme and then in another ; and at last finds that nothing will satisfy : fam neque Hamadryades rursum , nec carmina nobis Ipsa placent : ipsa rursum concedite sylva . Non illum nostri possunt mutare ...
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... happiness in his little farm , combines almost all the images of rural plea- sure ; and he , therefore , that can read it with in- difference , has no sense of pastoral poetry : Fortunate senex , ergo tua rura manebunt , Et tibi magna ...
... happiness in his little farm , combines almost all the images of rural plea- sure ; and he , therefore , that can read it with in- difference , has no sense of pastoral poetry : Fortunate senex , ergo tua rura manebunt , Et tibi magna ...
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... happiness which nature has allotted to those hours , that are not spent in the immediate gratification of appetites by which our own wants are indicated , or of affections by which we are prompted to supply the wants of others . The end ...
... happiness which nature has allotted to those hours , that are not spent in the immediate gratification of appetites by which our own wants are indicated , or of affections by which we are prompted to supply the wants of others . The end ...
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acquainted ADVENTURER affection Almerine ancient appearance bagnio beauty became Catiline censure character circumstances Clodio considered contempt countenance Crito danger daughter delight Demosthenes desire Diphilus disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress DRYDEN endeavour equal Euripides Euryalus evil excellence expected eyes father favour fear felicity Flavilla folly fortune frequently gentleman Gonerill gratify happiness heart Hilario honour hope hour imagination impatient increase insensibility kind knew labour lady Lear less live look mankind marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery morning nature ness never night Nourassin obtain OVID passion perceived perhaps perpetually pity Plautus pleasure Plutarch poet portunity Posidippus present produced proportion Prospero Quintilian racter reason reflected scarce sentiments servant Shakspeare Shelimah shew solicitous Soliman sometimes soon Sophocles suffer Sycorax Telephus tenderness thee Theocritus thou thought tion truth TUESDAY uncon VIRG Virgil virtue wish wretched writer Xerxes
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الصفحة 12 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
الصفحة 192 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
الصفحة 15 - 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.
الصفحة 134 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...
الصفحة 302 - It was said of Socrates that he brought Philosophy down from heaven, to inhabit among men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of closets and libraries, schools and colleges, to dwell in clubs and assemblies, at tea-tables and in coffeehouses.
الصفحة 194 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
الصفحة 151 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd 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.
الصفحة 194 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
الصفحة 32 - I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset ; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock.
الصفحة 149 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.