The Miseries of Human Life, Or, The Groans of Samuel Sensitive, and Timothy Testy: With a Few Supplementary Sighs from Mrs. Testy ; in Twelve Dialogues, Volumen1

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E. Duyckinck and P.A. Mesier, 1807 - 220 páginas
 

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Página 130 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Página 228 - IiOud was the noise, aghast was every guest. The women shriek'd, the men forsook the feast...
Página 30 - ... having long overlooked and animated their busy labours, and seen the exuberant produce turned and re-turned under a smiling sun, till every blade is as dry as a bone, and as sweet as a...
Página 64 - Not to mention the Misery of turning back, splashing along, at full speed, and fighting your way through the crowd ; and all this in order to go the longest way round, and be too late at last ! — so that your whole account stands thus : — " Negatd tentat iter via ; — Coetusque vulgares, et udam Spernit humum fugiente
Página 278 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Página 31 - While you are laughing, or talking wildly to yourself, in walking, suddenly seeing a person steal close by you, who, you are sure, must have heard it all; then, in an agony of shame, making a wretched attempt to sing, in a voice as like your talk as possible, in hopes of making your hearer think that you had been only singing all the while. Tes. A forlorn hope, indeed!—If I had been your hearer, I should have said, by way of relieving your embarrassment," Si loqueris, cantas ; si cantas, cantas...
Página 53 - Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines, And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere : Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer!
Página 89 - ... dozen of our countrymen of this white-livered description ; ' but who can think, with common patience, even of that handful ?' " In powerful contradiction, too, to the sense and truth of the following. " 11. (S. ) At the play — the sickening scraps of naval loyalty which are crammed down your throat faster than you can gulp them, in such after-pieces as are called
Página 141 - Night, eldest of things, The consort of his reign ; and by them stood Orcus and Ades, and the dreaded name Of Demogorgon; Rumour next, and Chance, And Tumult, and Confusion, all embroil'd, And Discord, with a thousand various mouths.
Página 136 - After having left a company in which you have been galled by the raillery of some wag by profession, thinking, at your leisure, of a repartee, which, if discharged at the proper moment, would have blown him to atoms.

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