Addison to BlakeThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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Sayfa 20
... labour assiduous due pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On my left hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That ...
... labour assiduous due pleasure I mix , And in one day atone for the business of six ; In a little Dutch - chaise on a Saturday night , On my left hand my Horace , a Nymph on my right ; No Mémoire to compose and no Post - boy to move That ...
Sayfa 57
... labour . It was no longer possible to take a sheet of paper , and write out your thoughts as fast as the pen would move . ' The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease ' were distanced in the race . It was evident that , under the new ...
... labour . It was no longer possible to take a sheet of paper , and write out your thoughts as fast as the pen would move . ' The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease ' were distanced in the race . It was evident that , under the new ...
Sayfa 58
... labour was disdained as the badge of an unimaginative and artificial school . The sounder judgment of a riper period of criticism can now do justice to the writers of our classical period . What they had not got we know well enough ...
... labour was disdained as the badge of an unimaginative and artificial school . The sounder judgment of a riper period of criticism can now do justice to the writers of our classical period . What they had not got we know well enough ...
Sayfa 69
... labour ; and he had meditated each stab in this finished lampoon for years . Having printed it sepa- rately in 1727 , he now finally adapted it into this Prologue to the Satires , only suppressing the real name , but not concealing it ...
... labour ; and he had meditated each stab in this finished lampoon for years . Having printed it sepa- rately in 1727 , he now finally adapted it into this Prologue to the Satires , only suppressing the real name , but not concealing it ...
Sayfa 71
... labour'd nothings , in so strange a style , Amaze th ' unlearn'd , and make the learn'd smile , Unlucky , as Fungoso in the play , These sparks with awkward vanity display What the fine gentleman wore yesterday ; And but so mimic ...
... labour'd nothings , in so strange a style , Amaze th ' unlearn'd , and make the learn'd smile , Unlucky , as Fungoso in the play , These sparks with awkward vanity display What the fine gentleman wore yesterday ; And but so mimic ...
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Sayfa 595 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart ? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand?
Sayfa 248 - Prince of Peace, Hail the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that Man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth.
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