The Spectator, Volume 6Alexander Chalmers E. Sargeant, M. & W. Ward, Munroe, Francis & Parker, and Edward Cotton, Boston, 1810 |
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... soon enters into a resolution of making his fortune by it , not questioning but every woman that falls in his way will do him as much justice as he does himself . When an heiress sees a man throwing particular graces into his ogle No ...
... soon enters into a resolution of making his fortune by it , not questioning but every woman that falls in his way will do him as much justice as he does himself . When an heiress sees a man throwing particular graces into his ogle No ...
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... tells us , that as soon as his son was capable of learning , Cato would suffer nobody to teach him but him- self , though he had a servant named Chilo , who was an excellent grammarian , and who taught a great No. 313 . 19 SPECTATOR .
... tells us , that as soon as his son was capable of learning , Cato would suffer nobody to teach him but him- self , though he had a servant named Chilo , who was an excellent grammarian , and who taught a great No. 313 . 19 SPECTATOR .
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... soon as they were grown up to be men , the civil war broke out , in which our two friends took the opposite sides ; one of them followed the parliament , the other the royal party . As their tempers were different , the youth who had ...
... soon as they were grown up to be men , the civil war broke out , in which our two friends took the opposite sides ; one of them followed the parliament , the other the royal party . As their tempers were different , the youth who had ...
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... soon as possible . Pardon mistakes by haste . ' I NEVER do pardon mistakes by haste . < SIR , THE SPECTATOR . Feb. 27 , 1711-12 . ' PRAY be so kind as to let me know what you esteem to be the chief qualifications of a good poet ...
... soon as possible . Pardon mistakes by haste . ' I NEVER do pardon mistakes by haste . < SIR , THE SPECTATOR . Feb. 27 , 1711-12 . ' PRAY be so kind as to let me know what you esteem to be the chief qualifications of a good poet ...
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... soon determined me to it . Idleness is so general a distemper , that I cannot but imagine a speculation on this subject will be of universal use . There is hardly any one per- son without some allay of it ; and thousands be- $ 8 No. 316 ...
... soon determined me to it . Idleness is so general a distemper , that I cannot but imagine a speculation on this subject will be of universal use . There is hardly any one per- son without some allay of it ; and thousands be- $ 8 No. 316 ...
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Page 200 - Authority and reason on her wait, As one intended first, not after made Occasionally: and, to consummate all, Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat Build in her loveliest, and create an awe About her, as a guard angelic placed.
Page 227 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Page 88 - Not distant far from thence, a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
Page 319 - The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Page 284 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer, and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand.
Page 259 - Thy suppliant I beg, and clasp thy knees ; bereave me not, Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel, in this uttermost distress, My only strength and stay ; forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
Page 68 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad, In naked majesty seem'd lords of all, And worthy seem'd ; for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe, but in true filial freedom placed), Whence true authority in men...
Page 228 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 102 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 286 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.