The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, כרכים 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 51
עמוד
... Appearance of Evil- the Story of Desdemona Hawkesworth . · • 118. The Story of Desdemona concluded 119. The Folly of creating inartificial Wants Johnson . 120. The Miseries of Life · 121. The Adventures of a Louse + Hawkesworth . 122 ...
... Appearance of Evil- the Story of Desdemona Hawkesworth . · • 118. The Story of Desdemona concluded 119. The Folly of creating inartificial Wants Johnson . 120. The Miseries of Life · 121. The Adventures of a Louse + Hawkesworth . 122 ...
עמוד 19
... appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true : but the charge of plagiarism , which is raised upon it , is not to be allowed with equal ...
... appearance to truth only by some slight difference of dress and decoration . The allegation of resemblance between authors , is indisputably true : but the charge of plagiarism , which is raised upon it , is not to be allowed with equal ...
עמוד 27
... appearances of disease ; and inquired with an honest solicitude how he did . The moment he heard my question , he started from his seat , sprang towards me , caught me by the hand , and told me in an ecstasy , that he was in heaven ...
... appearances of disease ; and inquired with an honest solicitude how he did . The moment he heard my question , he started from his seat , sprang towards me , caught me by the hand , and told me in an ecstasy , that he was in heaven ...
עמוד 35
... appearance ; as at Vauxhall , or Marybone , about ten , very drunk ; for though I don't love wine , I am 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 ...
... appearance ; as at Vauxhall , or Marybone , about ten , very drunk ; for though I don't love wine , I am 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 ...
עמוד 46
... appearance has changed with other peculiarities of time and place , and they have been distinguished by different names , as new modes of expression have prevailed : a periodical writer , therefore , who catches the picture of ...
... appearance has changed with other peculiarities of time and place , and they have been distinguished by different names , as new modes of expression have prevailed : a periodical writer , therefore , who catches the picture of ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
acquainted ADVENTURER Almerine amusement ancient appearance bagnio beauty character CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS Clodio considered Corsica daugh daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful dress elegant endeavoured entertain equal Euripides evil excel eyes fashion father favour fear Felicia felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune frequently Fretters gentleman give Glastonbury thorn happiness heart Hilario honour hope humble servant humour imagination kind king knew labour lady less lived look Lord Lord CHESTERFIELD Madam mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind misery nature ness never night obliged observed paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure Posidippus pounds present Quintilian racter readers reason RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY Shelimah shew SOAME JENYNS Soliman sometimes soon suffered sure taste thee thing thou thought tion told truth virtue wife WILLIAM PULTENEY Wilson wish wretch writer
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.