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... character a professed well - wisher to speculation , you will excuse a remark which this gentleman's passion for the Brunette has suggested to a brother theorist ; it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to punning ...
... character a professed well - wisher to speculation , you will excuse a remark which this gentleman's passion for the Brunette has suggested to a brother theorist ; it is an offer towards a mechanical account of his lapse to punning ...
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... character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for dis ...
... character . One sees in it the expostulation of a slighted lover , the resentments of an injured woman , and the sorrows of an imprisoned queen . I need not acquaint my reader that this princess was then under prosecution for dis ...
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... characters which they bear among their enemies . Our friends very often flatter us as much as our own hearts . They either do not see our faults , or conceal them from us , or soften them by their representations , after such a manner ...
... characters which they bear among their enemies . Our friends very often flatter us as much as our own hearts . They either do not see our faults , or conceal them from us , or soften them by their representations , after such a manner ...
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... characters . Women may disguise it if they think fit , and the more to do it , they may be angry at me for saying it ; but I say it is na- tural to them , that they have no manner of approba- tion of men , without some degree of love ...
... characters . Women may disguise it if they think fit , and the more to do it , they may be angry at me for saying it ; but I say it is na- tural to them , that they have no manner of approba- tion of men , without some degree of love ...
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... characters men are not fit for , and for which Nature never designed them . Every man has one or more qualities which may make him useful both to himself and others ; Nature never fails of pointing them out ; and while the infant ...
... characters men are not fit for , and for which Nature never designed them . Every man has one or more qualities which may make him useful both to himself and others ; Nature never fails of pointing them out ; and while the infant ...
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Page 331 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Page 305 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 297 - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
Page 199 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare. And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 318 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Page 70 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest "variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Page 16 - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
Page 70 - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
Page 318 - Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Page 200 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.