The Spectator: no. 322-394; Mar. 10, 1712-June 2, 1712George Atherton Aitken John C. Nimmo, 1898 |
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... fellow came in , and with the nauseous familiarity of such unbred brutes , snatched the papers out of my hand . I was imme- diately under so great a concern , that I threw my- self at his feet , and begged of him to No. 322 3 The SPECTATOR.
... fellow came in , and with the nauseous familiarity of such unbred brutes , snatched the papers out of my hand . I was imme- diately under so great a concern , that I threw my- self at his feet , and begged of him to No. 322 3 The SPECTATOR.
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... hand of my fair cor- respondent : - ' DEAR Mr. SPECTATOR , ' YOU having set your readers an exercise in one of your last week's papers , I have performed mine according to your orders , and herewith send it you enclosed . You must know ...
... hand of my fair cor- respondent : - ' DEAR Mr. SPECTATOR , ' YOU having set your readers an exercise in one of your last week's papers , I have performed mine according to your orders , and herewith send it you enclosed . You must know ...
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... like a lion , and cut with a penknife across the back of my whitest hand . ' 2 A short and quick pace . Cf. No. 536 : — ' She quitted the shop with an easy scuttle . ' From three to four . - Dined . From four 8 No. 323 The SPECTATOR.
... like a lion , and cut with a penknife across the back of my whitest hand . ' 2 A short and quick pace . Cf. No. 536 : — ' She quitted the shop with an easy scuttle . ' From three to four . - Dined . From four 8 No. 323 The SPECTATOR.
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... cried out ' Ancora ! ' Mr. Froth led me to my chair . I think he squeezed my hand . 1 A game at cards . 2 The heroine in Aurengzebe . ' 3 See Nos . 5 , 405 . Eleven at night . - Went to bed . Melancholy No. 323 9 The SPECTATOR.
... cried out ' Ancora ! ' Mr. Froth led me to my chair . I think he squeezed my hand . 1 A game at cards . 2 The heroine in Aurengzebe . ' 3 See Nos . 5 , 405 . Eleven at night . - Went to bed . Melancholy No. 323 9 The SPECTATOR.
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... hands , and several barbarous tricks , without any provocation . They are said to be young gentlemen ; they never take any money from any ' ( ' Went- worth Papers , ' p . 277 ) . Among ephemeral pieces of the time are " The Town Rakes ...
... hands , and several barbarous tricks , without any provocation . They are said to be young gentlemen ; they never take any money from any ' ( ' Went- worth Papers , ' p . 277 ) . Among ephemeral pieces of the time are " The Town Rakes ...
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Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance action Adam ADDISON Æneas Æneid agreeable Ambrose Philips Andromache angels appear April 24 Aurengzebe bagnio beautiful behaviour behold called carbonado character cheerfulness circumstances creature dancing death delight described desire discourse earth endeavour entertainment epilogue eyes fair father folio issue fortune gentleman give hand happy head hear heart heaven Homer honour humble Servant humour Ibid Iliad imagination innocence Jupiter ladies learning letter live look Lord Wharton mankind manner March 15 Margaret Clark Menippus Milton mind Mohocks moral nature never night obliged observed occasion Ovid paper Paradise Lost particular passage passed passion Paul Lorrain person pleased pleasure poem poet prince reader reason received says Sir Roger speak SPECTATOR spirit STEELE sublime take notice Tatler tell thee things thou thought tion told town Turnus VIRG virtue whole woman writing young
Pasajes populares
Página 28 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 306 - Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects, The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised Father of the future age.
Página 231 - Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? ' thus leave " Thee, native soil! these happy walks and shades, " Fit haunt of gods? where I had hope to spend " Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day " That must be mortal to us both.
Página 306 - Then palaces shall rise : the joyful son Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun ; Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, And the same hand that sow'd shall reap the field. The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Página 307 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day...
Página 168 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost Upon Adam's falling into the same guilt, the whole creation appears a second time in convulsions.
Página 138 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best : All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; Wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Página 266 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery arms.
Página 28 - If none regard ; heaven wakes with all his eyes, Whom, to behold but thee, nature's desire, In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment Attracted by thy beauty still to gaze.
Página 305 - The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, — behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day...