The British Essayists: TatlerJames Ferguson J. Richardson and Company, 1823 |
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Pagina 16
... fall . Where- fore , seeing the acts and events , which are the sub- jects of true history , are not of that amplitude as to content the mind of man ; poesy is ready at hand to feign acts more heroical . Because true history reports the ...
... fall . Where- fore , seeing the acts and events , which are the sub- jects of true history , are not of that amplitude as to content the mind of man ; poesy is ready at hand to feign acts more heroical . Because true history reports the ...
Pagina 28
... fall- ing of a shower of rain , or the whistling of wind , at such a time , is apt to fill my thoughts with something awful and solemn . I was in this disposition , when our bellman began his midnight homily , which he has been ...
... fall- ing of a shower of rain , or the whistling of wind , at such a time , is apt to fill my thoughts with something awful and solemn . I was in this disposition , when our bellman began his midnight homily , which he has been ...
Pagina 35
... fall into the rank of mankind , and entertain themselves with diversions and amuse- ments that are agreeable to the very weakest of the species . I must frankly confess , that it is to me a beauty in Cato's character , that he would ...
... fall into the rank of mankind , and entertain themselves with diversions and amuse- ments that are agreeable to the very weakest of the species . I must frankly confess , that it is to me a beauty in Cato's character , that he would ...
Pagina 51
... fall upon them and tear them to pieces ? To which the sire answered , with great composure of mind , " If there was no curs , I should be no mastiff . " N ° 116. THURSDAY , JANUARY 5 , 1709-10 . Pars minima est ipsa puella sui . The ...
... fall upon them and tear them to pieces ? To which the sire answered , with great composure of mind , " If there was no curs , I should be no mastiff . " N ° 116. THURSDAY , JANUARY 5 , 1709-10 . Pars minima est ipsa puella sui . The ...
Pagina 61
... the sprightly genius of the place refresh ourselves frequently with a bottle of mum , and tell stories until we fall asleep . You would do well to send VOL . III , G among us Mr. Dodwell's book against the immor- tality of 118 . 61 TATLER .
... the sprightly genius of the place refresh ourselves frequently with a bottle of mum , and tell stories until we fall asleep . You would do well to send VOL . III , G among us Mr. Dodwell's book against the immor- tality of 118 . 61 TATLER .
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Pagina 47 - But neither breath of Morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew ; nor fragrance, after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Pagina 5 - So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Pagina 5 - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body...
Pagina 6 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Pagina 47 - With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and...
Pagina 62 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Pagina 48 - Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate; Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Pagina 30 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Pagina 198 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills ; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curst indeed ; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of Earth and Heaven.
Pagina 366 - She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport; which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.