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... 2 The writer of this letter was the noted orator Henley . 3 The students of St. John's - college . See the Gentle- man's Magazine , vol . lxv . can't help resenting the late invasion of our ancient right 396 . 5 SPECTATOR .
... 2 The writer of this letter was the noted orator Henley . 3 The students of St. John's - college . See the Gentle- man's Magazine , vol . lxv . can't help resenting the late invasion of our ancient right 396 . 5 SPECTATOR .
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can't help resenting the late invasion of our ancient right as to that particular , by a little pretender to clenching in a neighbouring college , who in an appli- cation to you by way of letter , awhile ago , stiled him- self ...
can't help resenting the late invasion of our ancient right as to that particular , by a little pretender to clenching in a neighbouring college , who in an appli- cation to you by way of letter , awhile ago , stiled him- self ...
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... late French king was most like Augustus Cæsar , or Nero . The controversy was carried on with great heat on both sides , and as each of them looked upon me very frequently during the course of their debate , I was under some ...
... late French king was most like Augustus Cæsar , or Nero . The controversy was carried on with great heat on both sides , and as each of them looked upon me very frequently during the course of their debate , I was under some ...
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... late papers 2 ; I have ventured to send you the viith chapter of the Proverbs in a poetical dress . If you think it worthy appearing among your specu- lations , it will be a sufficient reward for the trouble of • Your constant reader ...
... late papers 2 ; I have ventured to send you the viith chapter of the Proverbs in a poetical dress . If you think it worthy appearing among your specu- lations , it will be a sufficient reward for the trouble of • Your constant reader ...
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... nor turn astray To tread the paths of her deceitful way ; Lest they too late of her fell power complain , And fall , where many mightier have been slain . " STEELE . T. N ° 411. SATURDAY , JUNE 21 , 1712 . 70 410 . SPECTATOR .
... nor turn astray To tread the paths of her deceitful way ; Lest they too late of her fell power complain , And fall , where many mightier have been slain . " STEELE . T. N ° 411. SATURDAY , JUNE 21 , 1712 . 70 410 . SPECTATOR .
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Page 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Page 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Page 369 - 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! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Page 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
Page 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Page 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...