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... ministry of England , and that of Venice . LETTER XXXVIII . 90 To the Reverend Father BATISTA GUARINI , at Rome . - The French defective in the organs of bearing , and the English in fight . LETTER XXXIX . 102 · To the Reverend Father ...
... ministry of England , and that of Venice . LETTER XXXVIII . 90 To the Reverend Father BATISTA GUARINI , at Rome . - The French defective in the organs of bearing , and the English in fight . LETTER XXXIX . 102 · To the Reverend Father ...
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... ministry that undoes them ? I am an alien here ; what charm has this land for me ? Alas ! it is or ought to be the univerfal affliction of mankind to think that without fome fudden intervention , the rofy cheek of health must fade in ...
... ministry that undoes them ? I am an alien here ; what charm has this land for me ? Alas ! it is or ought to be the univerfal affliction of mankind to think that without fome fudden intervention , the rofy cheek of health must fade in ...
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... ministry seem to fhun men of great fenfe , and liberality has fled the land . No man of let- ters is acceptable to the great , they look on him as a kind of fatire on their actions , and feel- ing within their own vacuity , are by no ...
... ministry seem to fhun men of great fenfe , and liberality has fled the land . No man of let- ters is acceptable to the great , they look on him as a kind of fatire on their actions , and feel- ing within their own vacuity , are by no ...
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... church allow , that the king has a right to decide and determine in matters relating to religion ; that he has prerogatives and power , which are truly his ; and yet the ministry of late years , 4 his ; 66 LETTER XXXV .
... church allow , that the king has a right to decide and determine in matters relating to religion ; that he has prerogatives and power , which are truly his ; and yet the ministry of late years , 4 his ; 66 LETTER XXXV .
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John Shebbeare. his ; and yet the ministry of late years , who have been all Whigs in politics , and of the establish'd religion in matters of faith , if of any , ( except one presbyterian or two , flipt into high places ) have diminish ...
John Shebbeare. his ; and yet the ministry of late years , who have been all Whigs in politics , and of the establish'd religion in matters of faith , if of any , ( except one presbyterian or two , flipt into high places ) have diminish ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 241 - I had been happy, if the general camp, Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body, So I had nothing known...
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.