The Canons of Criticism, and Glossary: The Trial of the Letter , Alias Y, and Sonnets...

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C. Bathurst, 1765 - 351 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 154 - A strange fish! 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
الصفحة 77 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
الصفحة 55 - He question'd me ; among the rest, demanded My prisoners in your majesty's behalf. I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what...
الصفحة 111 - And bears his blufhing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a froft, a killing froft ; And, — when he thinks, good eafy man, full furely His greatnefs is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders, This many fummers in a fea of glory ; But far beyond my depth...
الصفحة 246 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
الصفحة 307 - Or thirft of wealth thee from her banks divide: Reflect how calmly, like her infant wave, Flows the clear current of a private life ; See the wide public...
الصفحة 341 - Who well repay'ft thy pious parents care To train thee in the ways of Virtue fair, And early with the Love of Truth infpire, What farther can my clofing eyes defire To fee, but that by wedlock thou repair The wafte of death ; and raife a virtuous heir To build our Houfe, e'er I in peace retire ? Youth is the time for Love...
الصفحة 184 - I'll take them, and there lie; And in that glorious supposition think He gains by death that hath such means to die.
الصفحة 264 - ... in any other play. And to prove it to sense, let any one read 'aloud an hundred lines in any other play, and an hundred in this, and, if he per'ceives not the tone and cadence of his own voice to be involuntarily altered in the 'latter case from what it was in the former, I would never advise him to give much 'credit to the information of his ears.
الصفحة 266 - Lear Does any here know me? This is not Lear: Does Lear walk thus? Speak thus? Where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, his discernings Are lethargied - Ha! waking? 'tis not so. Who is it that can tell me who I am?

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