The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... passion for the bru- nette has suggested to a brother theorist : it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to pun- ning , for he belongs to a set of mortals who value themselves upon an uncommon mastery in the more humane ...
... passion for the bru- nette has suggested to a brother theorist : it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to pun- ning , for he belongs to a set of mortals who value themselves upon an uncommon mastery in the more humane ...
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... passions in ge- neral , they will not allow a wise man so much as to pity the afflictions of another . If thou seest ... passion , pity is nothing else but love softened by a degree of sorrow . In short , it is a kind of pleas- ing ...
... passions in ge- neral , they will not allow a wise man so much as to pity the afflictions of another . If thou seest ... passion , pity is nothing else but love softened by a degree of sorrow . In short , it is a kind of pleas- ing ...
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... passions , particular education , or whatever promotes our worldly interest or advantage . In these and the like cases , a man's judgment is easily pervert- ed , and a wrong bias hung upon his mind . These are the inlets of prejudice ...
... passions , particular education , or whatever promotes our worldly interest or advantage . In these and the like cases , a man's judgment is easily pervert- ed , and a wrong bias hung upon his mind . These are the inlets of prejudice ...
الصفحة 25
... passion . Licentious language has something brutal in it , which disgraces humanity , and leaves us in the condition of the savages in the field . But it may be asked , to what good use can tend a discourse of this kind at all ? It is ...
... passion . Licentious language has something brutal in it , which disgraces humanity , and leaves us in the condition of the savages in the field . But it may be asked , to what good use can tend a discourse of this kind at all ? It is ...
الصفحة 26
... passion . There may possibly be no manner of love between them in the eyes of all their acquaintance ; no , it is all ... passions which she has successively had for different men , be- fore she is prudentially given to him for whom she ...
... passion . There may possibly be no manner of love between them in the eyes of all their acquaintance ; no , it is all ... passions which she has successively had for different men , be- fore she is prudentially given to him for whom she ...
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الصفحة 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
الصفحة 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
الصفحة 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
الصفحة 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
الصفحة 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
الصفحة 369 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
الصفحة 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
الصفحة 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
الصفحة 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
الصفحة 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...