The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volums 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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Pàgina 25
... oblige ; but I have just presented the living to the person whom you saw take his leave when you entered the room . ' This declaration was a stroke , which Evander had neither skill to elude , nor force to resist . The strength of his ...
... oblige ; but I have just presented the living to the person whom you saw take his leave when you entered the room . ' This declaration was a stroke , which Evander had neither skill to elude , nor force to resist . The strength of his ...
Pàgina 35
... obliged to be consumedly drunk five or six nights in the week : nay , sometimes five or six days together , for the sake of my cha- racter . Wherever I come , I am sure to make all the confusion and do all the mischief I can ; not for ...
... obliged to be consumedly drunk five or six nights in the week : nay , sometimes five or six days together , for the sake of my cha- racter . Wherever I come , I am sure to make all the confusion and do all the mischief I can ; not for ...
Pàgina 36
... obliged to me for a dozen or two of the finest wenches that were ever brought into its seraglios . One indeed , I lost : and , poor fond soul ! I pitied her ! but it could not be helped - self preservation obliged me to leave her— I ...
... obliged to me for a dozen or two of the finest wenches that were ever brought into its seraglios . One indeed , I lost : and , poor fond soul ! I pitied her ! but it could not be helped - self preservation obliged me to leave her— I ...
Pàgina 50
... obliged to go into mourning I employed a court tailor to make them up ; I exchanged my queue for a bag ; I put on a sword , which , in appearance at least , was a Toledo ; and in proportion as I knew my dress to be elegant , I was less ...
... obliged to go into mourning I employed a court tailor to make them up ; I exchanged my queue for a bag ; I put on a sword , which , in appearance at least , was a Toledo ; and in proportion as I knew my dress to be elegant , I was less ...
Pàgina 51
... obliged to pay large damages : but I bore all these losses with an air of jovial indifference ; I pushed on in my ca- reer , I was more desperate in proportion as I had less to lose and being deterred from no mischief by the dread of ...
... obliged to pay large damages : but I bore all these losses with an air of jovial indifference ; I pushed on in my ca- reer , I was more desperate in proportion as I had less to lose and being deterred from no mischief by the dread of ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 26 - 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.
Pàgina 8 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pàgina 138 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 139 - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. 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.
Pàgina 179 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pàgina 179 - 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!
Pàgina 53 - 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.
Pàgina 180 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir.
Pàgina 8 - Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With 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.
Pàgina 179 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.