The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Объемы 21-22 |
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... Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence HAWKES. 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry JoHNSoN 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton Rudeness hawkes. 113. Observations on Shakspeare's King Lear warton 114. The ...
... Pity not an expression of strong Benevolence HAWKES. 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of Industry JoHNSoN 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton Rudeness hawkes. 113. Observations on Shakspeare's King Lear warton 114. The ...
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... Pity not an expression of strong Be- nevolence .... ..... 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of In- dustry ... 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton Rudeness 113. Observations on Shakspeare's King Lear .... 114. The Value of ...
... Pity not an expression of strong Be- nevolence .... ..... 111. The Pleasures and Advantages of In- dustry ... 112. Ill Effects of general Familiarity and wanton Rudeness 113. Observations on Shakspeare's King Lear .... 114. The Value of ...
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... pity that shall be paid him after his death : Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit , Montibus hæc vestris : soli cantare periti Arcades . O mihi tum quàm molliter ossa quiescant , Vestra meos olim si fistula dicat amores ! -Yet , O ...
... pity that shall be paid him after his death : Tamen cantabitis , Arcades , inquit , Montibus hæc vestris : soli cantare periti Arcades . O mihi tum quàm molliter ossa quiescant , Vestra meos olim si fistula dicat amores ! -Yet , O ...
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... pity and with terror tear my 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 ...
... pity and with terror tear my 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 ...
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... pity and forgiveness :. 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'd as they , be kindlier moved than thou art ? The poet is ...
... pity and forgiveness :. 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'd as they , be kindlier moved than thou art ? The poet is ...
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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?