Conclusion of the RamblerF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Abouzaid acquaintance Ajut amusement Anningait ardour artifice beauty Bias of Priene censure considered contempt criticks curiosity danger delight desire dignity dili discovered domestick easily elegance endeavour envy equally excellence expected expence eyes father favour flattered Flavilla folly fortune frequently friends genius gratify Greenland Hafgufa happiness hear heard heart honour hope human ignorance imagination inclination indulge ingenuus inquired insult January 18 knowledge labour lady learning lence Leviculus live malignity mankind marriage ment merary merit mind miscarriage misery Morad nature neglect negligence ness never NUMB numbers observed opinion Ovid panegyrist pass passion perpetual pleased pleasure portunity praise present pride publick quire racter RAMBLER reason received recreare regard resolved riches risum SATURDAY scarcely seldom sentiments shew solicit sometimes soon stancy Stesichorus suffer terrour thou thought Thrasybulus tion tivation told TUESDAY uncle vanity virtue wealth wholly
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الصفحة 18 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
الصفحة 144 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
الصفحة 143 - Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; , Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold...
الصفحة 19 - Venus, take my votive glass, Since I am not what I was , What from this day I shall be, Venus let me never see.
الصفحة 87 - I do not however think it safe to judge of works of genius merely by the event. The resistless vicissitudes of the heart, this alternate prevalence of merriment and solemnity, may sometimes be more properly ascribed to the vigour of the writer than the justness of the design: and, instead of vindicating tragi-comedy by the success of...
الصفحة 144 - Yet the efficacy of this invocation is destroyed by the insertion of an epithet now seldom heard but in the stable, and dun night may come or go without any other notice than contempt.
الصفحة 143 - We are all offended by low terms, but are not disgusted alike by the same compositions, because we do not all agree to censure the same terms as low. No word is naturally or intrinsically meaner than another ; our opinion therefore of words, as of other things arbitrarily and capriciously established, depends wholly upon accident and custom.
الصفحة 144 - Yet this sentiment is weakened by the name of an instrument used by butchers and cooks in the meanest employments: we do not immediately conceive that any crime of importance is to be committed with a knife...
الصفحة 142 - IT has been observed by Boileau, that " a mean or common thought expressed in pompous diction, generally pleases more than a new or noble sentiment delivered in low and vulgar language ; because the number is greater of those whom custom has enabled to judge of words, than whom study has qualified to examine things.
الصفحة 214 - Thus think the crowd; who, eager to engage, Take quickly fire, and kindle into rage. Not so mild Thales, nor Chrysippus thought, Nor that good man, who drank the pois'nous draught With mind serene; and could not wish to see His vile accuser drink as deep as he: Exalted Socrates! divinely brave! Injur'd he fell, and dying he forgave, Too noble for revenge; which still we find The weakest frailty of a feeble mind.