The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Объемы 21-22 |
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... heart : And snatch me , o'er the earth , or through the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . POPE . WRITERS of a mixed character , that abound in transcendent beauties and in gross imperfections , are the most proper ...
... heart : And snatch me , o'er the earth , or through the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . POPE . WRITERS of a mixed character , that abound in transcendent beauties and in gross imperfections , are the most proper ...
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... and the joy of his heart sparkled in his countenance ; but it happened that Ned , in the midst of his happiness and prosperity , was prevailed upon to buy a lottery ticket . The moment his hope was fixed upon an 18 ADVENTURER .
... and the joy of his heart sparkled in his countenance ; but it happened that Ned , in the midst of his happiness and prosperity , was prevailed upon to buy a lottery ticket . The moment his hope was fixed upon an 18 ADVENTURER .
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... hearts of ladies , who , in another century , have been sensible of scarce any other merit than that of riches , and listened only to jointures and pin - money . Thus the ambitious man has , at all times , been eager of wealth and power ...
... hearts of ladies , who , in another century , have been sensible of scarce any other merit than that of riches , and listened only to jointures and pin - money . Thus the ambitious man has , at all times , been eager of wealth and power ...
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... heart exults at their distresses : yet even a projector may gain fa- vour by success ; and the tongue that was prepared to hiss , then endeavours to excel others in loudness of applause . When Coriolanus , in Shakspeare , deserted to ...
... heart exults at their distresses : yet even a projector may gain fa- vour by success ; and the tongue that was prepared to hiss , then endeavours to excel others in loudness of applause . When Coriolanus , in Shakspeare , deserted to ...
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... heart several toping and several bawdy songs , some of which I ventured to roar out with a friend hanging on my arm as we scoured the street after our nocturnal revel . I now laboured with indefatigable industry to increase these acqui ...
... heart several toping and several bawdy songs , some of which I ventured to roar out with a friend hanging on my arm as we scoured the street after our nocturnal revel . I now laboured with indefatigable industry to increase these acqui ...
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Стр. 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Стр. 7 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Стр. 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Стр. 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Стр. 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Стр. 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Стр. 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Стр. 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Стр. 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Стр. 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?