The British Essayists, 10±ÇAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... Sir Roger - his Opinions on various Matters 270. Reflections on the Characters in the Scornful Lady ... .. ... 271. Letters from Tom Trippit , com- plaining of a Greek Quotation- soliciting a Peep at Sir Roger from a Shewman .. 272 ...
... Sir Roger - his Opinions on various Matters 270. Reflections on the Characters in the Scornful Lady ... .. ... 271. Letters from Tom Trippit , com- plaining of a Greek Quotation- soliciting a Peep at Sir Roger from a Shewman .. 272 ...
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... Sir Roger in such a manner , that any one but I who am thoroughly acquainted with him , would have taken it for genuine . MR . SPECTATOR , ' HAVING observed in Lilly's grammar how sweetly Bacchus and Apollo run in a verse ; I have ( to ...
... Sir Roger in such a manner , that any one but I who am thoroughly acquainted with him , would have taken it for genuine . MR . SPECTATOR , ' HAVING observed in Lilly's grammar how sweetly Bacchus and Apollo run in a verse ; I have ( to ...
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... Sir , I have sent you Sir Roger de Co- verley's letter to me , which pray comply with in fa- vour of the Bumper tavern . Be kind , for you know a player's utmost pride is the approbation of the Spectator . I am your admirer , though ...
... Sir , I have sent you Sir Roger de Co- verley's letter to me , which pray comply with in fa- vour of the Bumper tavern . Be kind , for you know a player's utmost pride is the approbation of the Spectator . I am your admirer , though ...
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... Sir Harry has stolen all your songs , and tells the story of the 5th of November to per- fection . Yours to serve you , ROGER DE COVERLEY . • We have lost old Jolin since you were here . ' ¬ä . N ¡Æ 265. THURSDAY , JANUARY 3 , 1711-12 ...
... Sir Harry has stolen all your songs , and tells the story of the 5th of November to per- fection . Yours to serve you , ROGER DE COVERLEY . • We have lost old Jolin since you were here . ' ¬ä . N ¡Æ 265. THURSDAY , JANUARY 3 , 1711-12 ...
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... Sir Roger de Co- VOL . X. H I imme- verley . He told me that his master came to No 269 . SPECTATOR . 73.
... Sir Roger de Co- VOL . X. H I imme- verley . He told me that his master came to No 269 . SPECTATOR . 73.
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238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here we may reign secure: and in my choice. To reign is worth ambition, though in hell ; Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
275 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heaven that He ere long Intended to create, and therein plant A generation, whom his choice regard Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven. Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps Our first eruption — thither, or elsewhere; For this infernal pit shall never hold Celestial Spirits in bondage, nor th' Abyss Long under darkness cover.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - In billows, leave i' the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air That felt unusual weight, till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever...
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand banners rise into the air...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal world! And thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor! one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time!
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - For joy of offer'd peace : but I suppose, If our proposals once again were heard, We should compel them to a quick result.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - Abject and lost lay these, covering the flood Under amazement of their hideous change. He call'd so loud that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded.
151 ÆäÀÌÁö - But first, whom shall we send In search of this new world ? whom shall we find Sufficient ? who shall tempt with wandering feet The dark, unbottom'd, infinite abyss, And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way...
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Their dread commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...