The English Humourists of the Eighteenth CenturyH. Holt, 1900 - Počet stran: 360 |
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... face . " " At which sally , we can im- agine nil admirari folks exclaiming , ( if they be capable of an exclamation , ) " Oh , you little snob ! " Never- theless , that sally will go far to propitiate many a reader hitherto steeled ...
... face . " " At which sally , we can im- agine nil admirari folks exclaiming , ( if they be capable of an exclamation , ) " Oh , you little snob ! " Never- theless , that sally will go far to propitiate many a reader hitherto steeled ...
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... face , and her dress , and Sir William's treatment of her , all made the real fact about her birth plain enough . Sir William left her a thousand pounds . [ The statement that Esther Johnson was Temple's natural daughter , was first ...
... face , and her dress , and Sir William's treatment of her , all made the real fact about her birth plain enough . Sir William left her a thousand pounds . [ The statement that Esther Johnson was Temple's natural daughter , was first ...
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... face . I should like , as a young man , to have lived on Fielding's staircase in the Temple , and after helping him up to bed per- haps , and opening his door with his latchkey , to have shaken hands with him in the morning , and 25 ...
... face . I should like , as a young man , to have lived on Fielding's staircase in the Temple , and after helping him up to bed per- haps , and opening his door with his latchkey , to have shaken hands with him in the morning , and 25 ...
Strana 7
... face gave the Dean pause , 25 even after his Irish almost - royal position was established . But he brought himself into greater danger on a certain occasion , and the amusing circumstances may be once more repeated here . He had ...
... face gave the Dean pause , 25 even after his Irish almost - royal position was established . But he brought himself into greater danger on a certain occasion , and the amusing circumstances may be once more repeated here . He had ...
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... face . To see her weep , joy every face forsook , And grief flung sables on each menial look . The humble tribe mourned for the quickening soul , That furnished spirit and motion through the whole . " 15 20 spatio stadiorum centum ...
... face . To see her weep , joy every face forsook , And grief flung sables on each menial look . The humble tribe mourned for the quickening soul , That furnished spirit and motion through the whole . " 15 20 spatio stadiorum centum ...
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Strana 186 - And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Strana 287 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strana 287 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw...
Strana 274 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Strana 186 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Strana 274 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, ' • But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Strana 287 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Strana 166 - He began on it ; and when first he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like the project. As he carried it on, he showed what he wrote to both of us, and we now and then gave a correction, or a word or two of advice ; but it was wholly of his own writing. — When it was done, neither of us thought it would succeed. We showed it to Congreve ; who, after reading it over, said, it would either take greatly, or be damned confoundedly.
Strana 136 - When I look upon the Tombs of the Great, every Emotion of Envy dies in me; when I read the Epitaphs of the Beautiful, every inordinate Desire goes out...
Strana 86 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it.