Letters on the English Nation, Հատոր 21755 |
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... most remarkable rivers , hills , and fituations , defcribed by poets who have written in fome language univerfally known . It would be an excellent relief at a dull moment to fill up a letter to a correfpondent with quotations of fine ...
... most remarkable rivers , hills , and fituations , defcribed by poets who have written in fome language univerfally known . It would be an excellent relief at a dull moment to fill up a letter to a correfpondent with quotations of fine ...
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... most brilliant , and continues through the year ; even the autumn is far from being disagreeable ; but alas ! the dreary winter makes me figh for the funny shores of Baja ; the ferenity of sky , and tepid breezes of that place , added ...
... most brilliant , and continues through the year ; even the autumn is far from being disagreeable ; but alas ! the dreary winter makes me figh for the funny shores of Baja ; the ferenity of sky , and tepid breezes of that place , added ...
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... meritori- ous , should gain him the univerfal affection of a people ; which it will never effect , if it be given indifcriminately without diftinction : yet avarice is even worse than diffipation , and is the most is 10 XXVII . LETTER.
... meritori- ous , should gain him the univerfal affection of a people ; which it will never effect , if it be given indifcriminately without diftinction : yet avarice is even worse than diffipation , and is the most is 10 XXVII . LETTER.
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John Shebbeare. is even worse than diffipation , and is the most unroyal of all the qualities of the heart ; with- out the spirit of generofity , with juftice , mercy , understanding , and all other virtues , a crowned head receives no ...
John Shebbeare. is even worse than diffipation , and is the most unroyal of all the qualities of the heart ; with- out the spirit of generofity , with juftice , mercy , understanding , and all other virtues , a crowned head receives no ...
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... , famine and disease . If any thing can create genius , it must be such a difpofition ; when the rewards for excellent productions come from thofe hands which are the 1 the most esteemed by the fons of men : if LETTER XXVIII . 13.
... , famine and disease . If any thing can create genius , it must be such a difpofition ; when the rewards for excellent productions come from thofe hands which are the 1 the most esteemed by the fons of men : if LETTER XXVIII . 13.
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Էջ 245 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Էջ 242 - Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore, — Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my wak'd wrath ! lago.
Էջ 241 - I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known...
Էջ 245 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Էջ 241 - That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner; and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! logo.
Էջ 73 - ... of discovering the perpetual motion. During a period of thirty years, he never went abroad but once, which was when he was obliged to take the oath of allegiance to King George the First ; this was also the only time he changed his shirt and clothes, or shaved himself, during the whole time of his retirement.
Էջ 293 - O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: No, sir, you must not kneel. Lear. Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Էջ 286 - Train together; Degenerate Viper, I'll not stay with Thee! I yet have left a Daughter. Serpent, Monster! Lessen my Train and call 'em riotous?
Էջ 238 - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Էջ 294 - Push, push the Battle, and the Day's our own. Their Ranks are broke, down with Albany. Who holds my Hands? O thou deceiving Sleep, I was this very Minute on the Chace; And now a Prisoner here. — What mean the Slaves? You will not murder me? CORD. Help, Earth and Heaven! For your Souls sake, dear Sirs, and for the Gods.