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... face of sanctity , and covers a multitude of vices under a seeming religious deportment . But there is another kind of hypocrisy which dif fers from both these , and which I intend to make the subject of this paper ; I mean that ...
... face of sanctity , and covers a multitude of vices under a seeming religious deportment . But there is another kind of hypocrisy which dif fers from both these , and which I intend to make the subject of this paper ; I mean that ...
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... face ; but if she smil'd , A darting glory seem'd to blaze abroad , That men's desiring eyes were never weary'd , But hung upon the object . To soft flutes The silver cars kept time : and while they play'd , The hearing gave new ...
... face ; but if she smil'd , A darting glory seem'd to blaze abroad , That men's desiring eyes were never weary'd , But hung upon the object . To soft flutes The silver cars kept time : and while they play'd , The hearing gave new ...
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... face is covered over with confusion when I impart to you another cir- cumstance , which is , that my mother , the most merce nary of all women , is gained by this false friend of my husband's to solicit me for him . I am frequently chid ...
... face is covered over with confusion when I impart to you another cir- cumstance , which is , that my mother , the most merce nary of all women , is gained by this false friend of my husband's to solicit me for him . I am frequently chid ...
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... faces of all the principal politicians within the bills of mortality ; and as every coffee - house has some particular ... face of things in Europe , and many curious speculations in our British coffee - houses , I 38 THE SPECTATOR .
... faces of all the principal politicians within the bills of mortality ; and as every coffee - house has some particular ... face of things in Europe , and many curious speculations in our British coffee - houses , I 38 THE SPECTATOR .
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... face . AEN . DRYDEN . In a word , Homer fills his readers with sublime ideas , and , I believe , has raised the imagination of all the good poets that have come after him . I shall only instance Horace , who immediately takes fire at ...
... face . AEN . DRYDEN . In a word , Homer fills his readers with sublime ideas , and , I believe , has raised the imagination of all the good poets that have come after him . I shall only instance Horace , who immediately takes fire at ...
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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.