Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Bände 3-4Robert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1881 |
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... face and behind my back . Now I was , as they said , become godly ; now I was become a right honest man . But oh ! when I understood those were their words and opinions of me , it pleased me mighty well ; for though as yet I was nothing ...
... face and behind my back . Now I was , as they said , become godly ; now I was become a right honest man . But oh ! when I understood those were their words and opinions of me , it pleased me mighty well ; for though as yet I was nothing ...
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... face beholdii , but through an instrument and for that purpom . So I saw that , as they went on , there met him two men in raiment that shene like gold ; also their faces shone as the light . These men asked the pilgrims whence they ...
... face beholdii , but through an instrument and for that purpom . So I saw that , as they went on , there met him two men in raiment that shene like gold ; also their faces shone as the light . These men asked the pilgrims whence they ...
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... face from it , was a handsome sym- bol of unwilling ministration ; that they washed their bones with wine and milk ; that the mother wrapt them in linen and dried them in her bosom , the first fostering part , and place of their ...
... face from it , was a handsome sym- bol of unwilling ministration ; that they washed their bones with wine and milk ; that the mother wrapt them in linen and dried them in her bosom , the first fostering part , and place of their ...
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... face of Janus holds no proportion unto the other . It is too late to be ambitious . The great mutations of the world are acted , or time may be too short for our designs . To extend our memories by monuments , whose death we daily pray ...
... face of Janus holds no proportion unto the other . It is too late to be ambitious . The great mutations of the world are acted , or time may be too short for our designs . To extend our memories by monuments , whose death we daily pray ...
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... face , or to one who , he thinks , will tell you of it ; most probably he has either deceived and abused you , or means to do so . Remember the fable of the fox commending the singing of the crow , who had something in her mouth which ...
... face , or to one who , he thinks , will tell you of it ; most probably he has either deceived and abused you , or means to do so . Remember the fable of the fox commending the singing of the crow , who had something in her mouth which ...
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Addison admiration afterwards Allan Ramsay AMBROSE PHILIPS ancient appear beauty blessed called character Charles II charms Christian church Colley Cibber court death delight Derry discourse divine Dunciad earth English Essay eyes fame fancy father fortune frae genius give grace Grongar Hill hand happy hath hear heart heaven honour Hudibras humour Iliad Ireland Jane Shore king KITE lady learning letters live Lochaber look Lord mind moral muse nature never night o'er Oroonoko Ovid passion pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise prince published reason rich rise satire says scene Scotland shew shining sing Sir William Temple song soul spirit style sweet Swift taste Tatler tell thee things thou thought tion truth verse virtue Whig wife write wrote
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Seite 68 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 143 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Seite 9 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow. A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye : And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky...
Seite 66 - And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Seite 143 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Seite 143 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale; No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Seite 35 - ... found themselves quickly at a stand, by the difficulties that rose on every side. After we had a while puzzled ourselves, without coming any nearer a resolution of those doubts which perplexed us, it came into my thoughts, that we took a wrong course ; and that before we set ourselves upon inquiries of that nature, it was necessary to examine our own abilities, and see what objects our understandings were, or were not, fitted to deal with.
Seite 141 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, — These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These, round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms, — but all these charms are fled!
Seite 224 - Chiefs, graced with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints, who taught, and led, the way to heaven.
Seite 141 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...