The Spectator, Volume 6Alexander Chalmers E. Sargeant, M. & W. Ward, Munroe, Francis & Parker, and Edward Cotton, Boston, 1810 |
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... thee I call , But with no friendly voice ; and add thy name O Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere . ' This speech is I think , the finest ...
... thee I call , But with no friendly voice ; and add thy name O Sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere . ' This speech is I think , the finest ...
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... thee were sweet . " To whom thus Eve reply'd . " O thou , for whom , And from whom I was form'd , flesh of thy flesh , And without whom am to no end , my guide And head , what thou hast said is just and right . For we to him indeed all ...
... thee were sweet . " To whom thus Eve reply'd . " O thou , for whom , And from whom I was form'd , flesh of thy flesh , And without whom am to no end , my guide And head , what thou hast said is just and right . For we to him indeed all ...
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... verse , Sidney's sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast kill'd another , Fair and learn'd , as good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee . ' Lo No. 324. WEDNESDAY , MARCH 27 , 1711-12 . O 82 No. 323 . SPECTATOR .
... verse , Sidney's sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast kill'd another , Fair and learn'd , as good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee . ' Lo No. 324. WEDNESDAY , MARCH 27 , 1711-12 . O 82 No. 323 . SPECTATOR .
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... thee this unpitied love ? Thy own warm blush within the water glows ; With thee the colour'd shadow comes and goes ; Its empty being on thyself relies ; Step thou aside , and the frail charmer dies . ADDISON . WILL HONEYCOMB diverted us ...
... thee this unpitied love ? Thy own warm blush within the water glows ; With thee the colour'd shadow comes and goes ; Its empty being on thyself relies ; Step thou aside , and the frail charmer dies . ADDISON . WILL HONEYCOMB diverted us ...
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... thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art , him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself , and ...
... thee it came and goes : but follow me , And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art , him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself , and ...
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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.