Essays on English writers, by the author of 'The gentle life'. |
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... clothes of a parvenu secretary of the navy ( b . 1632 , d . 1703 ) , a greedy , avaricious , vain , and little - capable man , but yet one who , by putting down exactly what he saw , and heard , and felt , has thrown a more vivid light ...
... clothes of a parvenu secretary of the navy ( b . 1632 , d . 1703 ) , a greedy , avaricious , vain , and little - capable man , but yet one who , by putting down exactly what he saw , and heard , and felt , has thrown a more vivid light ...
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... and purse - proud . Her citizens were gluttons , rude , bois- terous in their jollities and their feasts ; their sons for the most part upstart coxcombs , and their daughters hoydens , fond of fine clothes , of aping the.
... and purse - proud . Her citizens were gluttons , rude , bois- terous in their jollities and their feasts ; their sons for the most part upstart coxcombs , and their daughters hoydens , fond of fine clothes , of aping the.
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James Hain Friswell. hoydens , fond of fine clothes , of aping the high people , and assuming airs which sat on them about as well as " great Alcides ' shoes upon an ass . " Vice was openly taught in the playhouse ; the Bench of Bishops ...
James Hain Friswell. hoydens , fond of fine clothes , of aping the high people , and assuming airs which sat on them about as well as " great Alcides ' shoes upon an ass . " Vice was openly taught in the playhouse ; the Bench of Bishops ...
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... clothes , and laugh at me ; My scurvy clothes . Ang . They have rich linings , sir . I would your brother- Char . His are gold and gaudy . Ang . But , touch ' em inwardly , they smell of copper . Char . Can you love me ? I am an heir ...
... clothes , and laugh at me ; My scurvy clothes . Ang . They have rich linings , sir . I would your brother- Char . His are gold and gaudy . Ang . But , touch ' em inwardly , they smell of copper . Char . Can you love me ? I am an heir ...
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... clothes , nor coach and horses , No , nor your visits each day in new suits , Nor your black patches you wear variously , Some cut like stars , some in half - moons , some lozenges , All which but show you still a younger brother . Mir ...
... clothes , nor coach and horses , No , nor your visits each day in new suits , Nor your black patches you wear variously , Some cut like stars , some in half - moons , some lozenges , All which but show you still a younger brother . Mir ...
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Essays on English Writers, by the Author of the Gentle Life James Hain Friswell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 94 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Seite 57 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse, and wrong, Within doors or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day 1 O first-created Beam, and thou great Word, " Let there be light, and light was over all...
Seite 157 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Seite 47 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows ; And when we meet at any time again Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Seite 261 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Seite 59 - It is true that a little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion. For while the mind of man looketh upon second causes scattered, it may sometimes rest in them and go no further ; but when it beholdeth the chain of them confederate and linked together, it must needs fly to Providence and Deity.
Seite 241 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Seite 57 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Seite 242 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 94 - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him...