Readings in English Prose of the Eighteenth CenturyRaymond Macdonald Alden Houghton Mifflin, 1911 - 724 páginas |
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... called persecution ; this they have magnified to a height , that the suf- ferings of the Huguenots in France were not to be compared with . Now , to execute the known laws of a nation upon those who transgress them , after voluntarily ...
... called persecution ; this they have magnified to a height , that the suf- ferings of the Huguenots in France were not to be compared with . Now , to execute the known laws of a nation upon those who transgress them , after voluntarily ...
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... called Friendship in Perfection , which I wonderfully admire . Have you seen the • book ? " says Mrs. Veal . " No , " says Mrs. Bargrave , “ but I have the verses of my own writing out . " " Have you ? " says Mrs. Veal ; " then fetch ...
... called Friendship in Perfection , which I wonderfully admire . Have you seen the • book ? " says Mrs. Veal . " No , " says Mrs. Bargrave , “ but I have the verses of my own writing out . " " Have you ? " says Mrs. Veal ; " then fetch ...
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... called Reasons against the Succession of the House of Hanover . ] THE CONCLUSION CONSIDER , then , honest countrymen and Protestants , what you are doing ; look on your families ; consider your innocent children , who you are going to ...
... called Reasons against the Succession of the House of Hanover . ] THE CONCLUSION CONSIDER , then , honest countrymen and Protestants , what you are doing ; look on your families ; consider your innocent children , who you are going to ...
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... called terrible . . · How strange is it that none of our people have yet thought of this way of securing their native country from the insults of France ! Were but the Pretender once received as our king , we have no more disputes with ...
... called terrible . . · How strange is it that none of our people have yet thought of this way of securing their native country from the insults of France ! Were but the Pretender once received as our king , we have no more disputes with ...
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... called them , as I was ; that I ought indeed to submit to it as a work of Heaven if I had been any way disabled by distempers or dis- eases , and that then not being able to go , I ought to acquiesce in the direction of Him who , having ...
... called them , as I was ; that I ought indeed to submit to it as a work of Heaven if I had been any way disabled by distempers or dis- eases , and that then not being able to go , I ought to acquiesce in the direction of Him who , having ...
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acquaintance admiration Æneid affected ancient appear Bargrave beauty believe called character Church Church of England COLLEY CIBBER consider Coriolanus cried criticism Dryden Duke of Bedford endeavor English essay eyes fancy genius gentleman give hand heart honor hope HORACE WALPOLE house of Stuart human Hylas idea Iliad imagination Johnson kind king labor lady language learning letters live look Lord Lord Chesterfield mankind manner ment mind moral nation nature never observed occasion opinion passion perceived perhaps person Philonous play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry political Pope present pretend principles reader reason religion replied Richard Steele Samuel Johnson seems sense sensible sentiments Shakespeare sometimes spirit suppose Syphax taste tell things thou thought tion told tragedy true Trulliber truth Veal virtue Whig whole words writing
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Página 545 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the barefooted friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.
Página 546 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Página 46 - Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day. Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness ; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
Página 498 - As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door; then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh. — I saw the iron enter into his soul! — I burst into tears. — I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.
Página 376 - I believe there is, in every nation a style which never becomes obsolete, a certain mode of phraseology so consonant and congenial to the analogy and principles of its respective language as to remain settled and unaltered; this style is probably to be sought in the common intercourse of life, among those who speak only to be understood, without ambition of elegance.
Página 362 - Dictionary was written with little assistance of the learned, and without any patronage of the great; not in the soft obscurities of retirement, or under the shelter of academic bowers, but amidst inconvenience and distraction, in sickness and in sorrow...
Página 406 - Of genius, that power which constitutes a poet, that quality without which judgment is cold and knowledge is inert, that energy which collects, combines, amplifies, and animates, — the superiority must, with some hesitation, be allowed to Dryden.
Página 383 - If there be any fallacy, it is not that we fancy the players, but that we fancy ourselves unhappy for a moment; but we rather lament the possibility than suppose the presence of misery, as a mother weeps over her babe when she remembers that death may take it from her. The delight of tragedy proceeds from our consciousness of fiction ; if we thought murders and treasons real, they would please no more.
Página 193 - As I looked upon him he applied it to his lips, and began to play upon it. The sound of it was exceeding sweet, and wrought into a variety of tunes that were inexpressibly melodious, and altogether different from any thing I had ever heard. They put me in mind of those heavenly airs that are played to the departed souls of good men upon their first arrival in Paradise, to wear out the impressions of their last agonies, and qualify them for the pleasures of that happy place.
Página 388 - In this poem there is no nature, for there is no truth; there is no art, for there is nothing new. Its form is that of a pastoral, — easy, vulgar, and therefore disgusting; whatever images it can supply are long ago exhausted; and its inherent improbability always forces dissatisfaction on the mind.