The British Essayists: With Prefaces Biographical, Historical and Critical, Volumes 25-26T. and J. Allman, 1823 |
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... truth , equally remote from bigotry and captiousness ; a just distribution of praise amongst the ancients and the moderns ; a sober deference to reputation long established , without a blind adoration of antiquity ; and a willingness to ...
... truth , equally remote from bigotry and captiousness ; a just distribution of praise amongst the ancients and the moderns ; a sober deference to reputation long established , without a blind adoration of antiquity ; and a willingness to ...
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... truth . I am , Sir , Your humble servant , T. DUBIUS . ' N ° 93. TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 25 , 1753 . Irritat , mulcet , falsis terroribus implet , Ut Magus ; et modò me Thebis , modò ponit Athenis . - HOR . ' Tis he who gives my breast a ...
... truth . I am , Sir , Your humble servant , T. DUBIUS . ' N ° 93. TUESDAY , SEPTEMBER 25 , 1753 . Irritat , mulcet , falsis terroribus implet , Ut Magus ; et modò me Thebis , modò ponit Athenis . - HOR . ' Tis he who gives my breast a ...
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... truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The poet artfully acquaints us that Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by ...
... truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The poet artfully acquaints us that Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by ...
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... truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The poet artfully acquaints us that Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by ...
... truth of this remark , by pointing out some master - strokes of this nature in the drama before us . The poet artfully acquaints us that Prospero is a magician , by the very first words which his daughter Miranda speaks to him : If by ...
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... 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 readiness . A ...
... 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 readiness . A ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.