The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volúmenes21-22 |
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... English so ridiculous . ' Were I in England now , ' says Trinculo , on first discovering Caliban , and had but this fish painted , not an ho- liday fool there but would give a piece of silver.— When they will not give a doit to relieve ...
... English so ridiculous . ' Were I in England now , ' says Trinculo , on first discovering Caliban , and had but this fish painted , not an ho- liday fool there but would give a piece of silver.— When they will not give a doit to relieve ...
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... English classics , we cannot wonder at the multitude of commentaries and criticisms of which he has been the subject . To these I have added some miscellaneous remarks ; and if you should at first be inclined to reject them as trifling ...
... English classics , we cannot wonder at the multitude of commentaries and criticisms of which he has been the subject . To these I have added some miscellaneous remarks ; and if you should at first be inclined to reject them as trifling ...
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... English river rolling gold and the beryl ashore , or of groves of cinnamon growing on its banks ? The images in the following passage of Fletcher are all simple and real , all appropriated and strictly natural : For thy kindness to me ...
... English river rolling gold and the beryl ashore , or of groves of cinnamon growing on its banks ? The images in the following passage of Fletcher are all simple and real , all appropriated and strictly natural : For thy kindness to me ...
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... English and a Christian audience can laugh at adultery as a jest , think obscenity wit , and de- bauchery amiable . The murderer , if a duellist , is a man of honour , the gamester understands the art of living , the knave has ...
... English and a Christian audience can laugh at adultery as a jest , think obscenity wit , and de- bauchery amiable . The murderer , if a duellist , is a man of honour , the gamester understands the art of living , the knave has ...
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... tend to manifest the peevish and captious disgust of the hero ; all the circumstances in the Tartuffe are calculated to show the treachery of an accomplished hypocrite . I am sorry that no English writer of NO . 133 . 251 ADVENTURER .
... tend to manifest the peevish and captious disgust of the hero ; all the circumstances in the Tartuffe are calculated to show the treachery of an accomplished hypocrite . I am sorry that no English writer of NO . 133 . 251 ADVENTURER .
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Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance Adventurer amusement appearance bagnio beauty Caliban character Clodio considered Corsica danger daughter disappointed discovered distress dreadful elegance endeavoured entertainment equal Euripides evil excellence eyes fashion father favour fear felicity FITZ-ADAM Flavilla folly fortune Fretters gentleman give Goneril happiness heart Hilario honour hope horses humble servant imagination kind knew labour lady learned lence less letter lived look Lord Lord Chesterfield mankind manner marriage Menander ment Mercator mind moral nature neral ness never night obliged observed OVID paper passion perhaps person pity pleasure poet Posidippus pounds present produced Prospero Quintilian racter readers reason Richard Owen Cambridge ridicule ROBERT DODSLEY scarce sentiments Shelimah sometimes soon suffer taste thee Theocritus thing thou thought tion told truth VIRG virtue Westminster school wife wish wretch writer
Pasajes populares
Página 25 - 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.
Página 7 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Página 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Página 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Página 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Página 167 - 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!
Página 52 - 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.
Página 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?