The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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... sure there was no harm in , but rather love , his family must go supperless to bed , for the gentleman would pay him according as he did his business . Robin therefore Cynthio now thought fit to make use of , and gave him orders to wait ...
... sure there was no harm in , but rather love , his family must go supperless to bed , for the gentleman would pay him according as he did his business . Robin therefore Cynthio now thought fit to make use of , and gave him orders to wait ...
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... sure the lady was but his cousin whom he had seen ask for him ; add- ing , that he believed she was a poor relation ; because they made her wait one morning till he was awake . Flavia immediately writ the following epistle , which Robin ...
... sure the lady was but his cousin whom he had seen ask for him ; add- ing , that he believed she was a poor relation ; because they made her wait one morning till he was awake . Flavia immediately writ the following epistle , which Robin ...
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... sure , have ob- served people who live in that sort of way , as all their friends reckon it will be a match , and are marked out by all the world for each other . In this view we have been regarded for some time , and I have above these ...
... sure , have ob- served people who live in that sort of way , as all their friends reckon it will be a match , and are marked out by all the world for each other . In this view we have been regarded for some time , and I have above these ...
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... sure to meet with excel- ́lent words , and at the same time a wonderful variety 1 Calypso and Telemachus , written by Mr. Hughes , and composed by Galliard . of them . There is no passion that is not 405 . 45 SPECTATOR .
... sure to meet with excel- ́lent words , and at the same time a wonderful variety 1 Calypso and Telemachus , written by Mr. Hughes , and composed by Galliard . of them . There is no passion that is not 405 . 45 SPECTATOR .
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... sure and duty go hand in hand , and the greater our satisfaction is , the greater is our religion . Music among those who were styled the chosen people was a religious art . The songs of Sion , which we have reason to believe were in ...
... sure and duty go hand in hand , and the greater our satisfaction is , the greater is our religion . Music among those who were styled the chosen people was a religious art . The songs of Sion , which we have reason to believe were in ...
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Página 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...