The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... poor wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a fault , where not so much as a thought thereof preceded . And to speak a truth , never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann ...
... poor wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a fault , where not so much as a thought thereof preceded . And to speak a truth , never prince had wife more loyal in all duty , and in all true affection , than you have ever found in Ann ...
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... only bear the burden of your grace's displeasure , and that it may not touch the innocent souls of those poor gentlemen , who ( as I understand ) are likewise in strait imprisonment for my sake . If ever I 12 397 . SPECTATOR .
... only bear the burden of your grace's displeasure , and that it may not touch the innocent souls of those poor gentlemen , who ( as I understand ) are likewise in strait imprisonment for my sake . If ever I 12 397 . SPECTATOR .
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... poor relation ; because they made her wait one morning till he was awake . Flavia immediately writ the following epistle , which Robin brought to Will's . ' SIR , " June 4 , 1712 . • IT is in vain to deny it , basest , falsest of ...
... poor relation ; because they made her wait one morning till he was awake . Flavia immediately writ the following epistle , which Robin brought to Will's . ' SIR , " June 4 , 1712 . • IT is in vain to deny it , basest , falsest of ...
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... fire , Between declining virtue and desire , That the poor vanquish'd maid dissolves away In dreams all night , in sighs and tears all day . ' 1 Sir Charles Sedley . · This prevailing gentle art ' was made up of 400 . 23 SPECTATOR .
... fire , Between declining virtue and desire , That the poor vanquish'd maid dissolves away In dreams all night , in sighs and tears all day . ' 1 Sir Charles Sedley . · This prevailing gentle art ' was made up of 400 . 23 SPECTATOR .
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... fore she is prudentially given to him for whom she has neither love nor friendship . For what should a poor creature do that has lost all her friends ! There's Marinet the agreeable has , to my knowledge , had 26 400 . SPECTATOR .
... fore she is prudentially given to him for whom she has neither love nor friendship . For what should a poor creature do that has lost all her friends ! There's Marinet the agreeable has , to my knowledge , had 26 400 . SPECTATOR .
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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...