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... look back with as much satis- faction on the perils that threatened them , as their great - grandmothers did formerly on the burning ploughshares , after having passed through the ordeal trial . The instigations of the spring are now ...
... look back with as much satis- faction on the perils that threatened them , as their great - grandmothers did formerly on the burning ploughshares , after having passed through the ordeal trial . The instigations of the spring are now ...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö
... look of sorrow , and condole with him , but take care that thy sorrow be not real . The more rigid of this sect would not comply so far as to shew even such an out- ward appearance of grief ; but when one told them of any calamity that ...
... look of sorrow , and condole with him , but take care that thy sorrow be not real . The more rigid of this sect would not comply so far as to shew even such an out- ward appearance of grief ; but when one told them of any calamity that ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... looks , sufficient sense , and knows the town . This man carried Cynthio's first letter to Flavia ; and by frequent errands ever since , is well known to her . The fellow covers his knowledge of the nature of his messages with the most ...
... looks , sufficient sense , and knows the town . This man carried Cynthio's first letter to Flavia ; and by frequent errands ever since , is well known to her . The fellow covers his knowledge of the nature of his messages with the most ...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö
... , O God , and seek the ground of my heart ; prove me , and examine my thoughts . Look well if there be any way of wicked- ness in me , and lead me in the way everlasting . " L. No. CCCC . MONDAY , JUNE 9 . ..... Latet 26 THE SPECTATOR .
... , O God , and seek the ground of my heart ; prove me , and examine my thoughts . Look well if there be any way of wicked- ness in me , and lead me in the way everlasting . " L. No. CCCC . MONDAY , JUNE 9 . ..... Latet 26 THE SPECTATOR .
28 ÆäÀÌÁö
... look so languishingly sweet , As if secure of all beholders ' hearts , Neglecting she could take them . Boys , like ... looks , and expressed by 28 THE SPECTATOR .
... look so languishingly sweet , As if secure of all beholders ' hearts , Neglecting she could take them . Boys , like ... looks , and expressed by 28 THE SPECTATOR .
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331 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a little city, and few men within it; and there came a great king against it, and besieged it, and built great bulwarks against it: 15 Now there was found in it a poor wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city; yet no man remembered that same poor man.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore 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...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - Grace, let not any light fancy or bad counsel of mine enemies withdraw your princely favour from me ; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant princess, your daughter.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is this sense which furnishes the imagination with its ideas ; so that by the pleasures of the imagination, or fancy, (which I shall use promiscuously,) I here mean such as arise from visible objects, either when we have them actually in our view, or when we call up their ideas into our minds by paintings, statues, descriptions, or any the like occasion.
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.