Select British Classics, Volumen16J. Conrad, 1803 |
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... readers had much more regard to the advice I gave them , since I have yet received very few accounts of any notori- ous trips made in the last month . But though I hope for the best , I shall not pro- nounce too positively on this point ...
... readers had much more regard to the advice I gave them , since I have yet received very few accounts of any notori- ous trips made in the last month . But though I hope for the best , I shall not pro- nounce too positively on this point ...
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... nightingale gives over her " love - laboured song , " as Milton phrases it , the blossoms are fallen , and the beds of flowers swept away by the scythe of the mower . I shall now allow my fair readers to return to. 8 THE SPECTATOR .
... nightingale gives over her " love - laboured song , " as Milton phrases it , the blossoms are fallen , and the beds of flowers swept away by the scythe of the mower . I shall now allow my fair readers to return to. 8 THE SPECTATOR .
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I shall now allow my fair readers to return to their romances and chocolate , provided they make use of them with moderation , till about the middle of the month , when the sun shall have made some progress in the Crab . Nothing is more ...
I shall now allow my fair readers to return to their romances and chocolate , provided they make use of them with moderation , till about the middle of the month , when the sun shall have made some progress in the Crab . Nothing is more ...
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... reader's leave to present him with a letter that I received about half a year ago from a gentleman of Cambridge , who styles himself Peter de Quir . I have kept it by me some months ; and though I did not know at first what to make of ...
... reader's leave to present him with a letter that I received about half a year ago from a gentleman of Cambridge , who styles himself Peter de Quir . I have kept it by me some months ; and though I did not know at first what to make of ...
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... reader than the most laboured strokes of a well - written tragedy . Truth and matter of fact set the person actually before us in the one , whom fiction places at a greater distance from us in the other . I do not remember to have seen ...
... reader than the most laboured strokes of a well - written tragedy . Truth and matter of fact set the person actually before us in the one , whom fiction places at a greater distance from us in the other . I do not remember to have seen ...
Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance admired advantage affected agreeable Ann Boleyn appear beautiful behold Callisthenes character Cicero colours consider conversation Cotton library Cynthio delight desire discourse divine Eastcourt endeavour entertainment excellent eyes fancy favour fortune gentleman give Gloriana gout grace hand happiness heart honour hope humble servant humour ideas Iliad imagination irreligion James Miller kind lady letter live look lours mankind manner matter mind modesty nation nature ness never objects observed occasion OVID paper particular pass passions Penthesilea perfection persons pleasant pleasing pleasure Plutarch Plutus poet poor present racter reader reason received reflection ROSCOMMON Samson Agonistes satisfaction secret Sempronia sense shew sight soul Spanish monarchy Spectator taste thing thio thou thought tion town tural ture VIRG Virgil virtue whole woman women words writing
Pasajes populares
Página 331 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Página 305 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 297 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Página 199 - 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.
Página 318 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore 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...
Página 70 - 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.
Página 16 - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
Página 70 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Página 318 - 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...
Página 200 - 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 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.