Sketches from Nature: Taken, and Coloured, in a Journey to Margate. Published from the Original Designs. By George Keate, Esq. ...J. Dodsley, 1790 |
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... truth , only the reader's pioneer , to clear all obstructions , open his views , and ren- der his way cheerful.- - As every advantage seems to be thrown on the reader's side , I must , as an author , contend , that there are some ...
... truth , only the reader's pioneer , to clear all obstructions , open his views , and ren- der his way cheerful.- - As every advantage seems to be thrown on the reader's side , I must , as an author , contend , that there are some ...
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... - but it is in vain that we are folicitous for the honour of those , who have not virtue enough themfelves to be the guardians of their own reputation ! - PLAIN PLAIN TRUTH , HOLD it expedient for our happi- ness [ 54 ]
... - but it is in vain that we are folicitous for the honour of those , who have not virtue enough themfelves to be the guardians of their own reputation ! - PLAIN PLAIN TRUTH , HOLD it expedient for our happi- ness [ 54 ]
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... TRUTH , HOLD it expedient for our happi- ness , fays CLERMONT ( throwing the news - paper from his hand ) that we should fix our eyes , as we journey for- ward , on fuch characters as spread a fun - fhine over human life , and not on ...
... TRUTH , HOLD it expedient for our happi- ness , fays CLERMONT ( throwing the news - paper from his hand ) that we should fix our eyes , as we journey for- ward , on fuch characters as spread a fun - fhine over human life , and not on ...
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... to the conversation , by or- dering the backgammon - table into the room ; -though I thought that my friend's ideas on the fubject , were replete with good sense and plain truth . THE THE BALL - ROOM . WHAT the deuce had I [ 59 ]
... to the conversation , by or- dering the backgammon - table into the room ; -though I thought that my friend's ideas on the fubject , were replete with good sense and plain truth . THE THE BALL - ROOM . WHAT the deuce had I [ 59 ]
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... not I ingenuous enough to tell you beforehand , that this chapter would prove but an unsatisfactory one ? -It could not be otherwife . The subject was in truth totally out of my way.- -Be -Be fo good , Madam , as to read the [ 63 ]
... not I ingenuous enough to tell you beforehand , that this chapter would prove but an unsatisfactory one ? -It could not be otherwife . The subject was in truth totally out of my way.- -Be -Be fo good , Madam , as to read the [ 63 ]
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Page 93 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 45 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 5 - In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Page 1 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Page 132 - WHATEVER is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Page 4 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
Page 2 - Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink ; Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Page 57 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.