A Book of English Essays (1600-1900)Oxford University Press, 1913 - 573 pages |
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Page 52
... sort of rude familiarity , which some people , by practising among their intimates , have introduced into their general conversation , and would have it pass for innocent freedom or humour ; which is a dangerous experiment in our ...
... sort of rude familiarity , which some people , by practising among their intimates , have introduced into their general conversation , and would have it pass for innocent freedom or humour ; which is a dangerous experiment in our ...
Page 57
... sort of conversation which we find in coffee - houses . Here a man of my temper is in his element ; for if he cannot talk , he can still be more agreeable to his company , as well as pleased in himself , in being only a hearer . It is a ...
... sort of conversation which we find in coffee - houses . Here a man of my temper is in his element ; for if he cannot talk , he can still be more agreeable to his company , as well as pleased in himself , in being only a hearer . It is a ...
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... sort of men consist the worthier part of mankind ; of these are all good fathers , generous brothers , sincere friends , and faithful subjects . Their enter- tainments are derived rather from reason than imagination ; which is the cause ...
... sort of men consist the worthier part of mankind ; of these are all good fathers , generous brothers , sincere friends , and faithful subjects . Their enter- tainments are derived rather from reason than imagination ; which is the cause ...
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... sort , who never think either before they sit down or afterwards , and who , when they produce on paper what was before in their heads , are sure to produce Nothing . Thus we have endeavoured to demonstrate the nature of Nothing , by ...
... sort , who never think either before they sit down or afterwards , and who , when they produce on paper what was before in their heads , are sure to produce Nothing . Thus we have endeavoured to demonstrate the nature of Nothing , by ...
Page 124
... sort of a world am I now introduced to ? There is scarce a single virtue , but that of temperance , which they practise ; and in that they are no way superior to the very brute creation . There is scarce an amusement which they enjoy ...
... sort of a world am I now introduced to ? There is scarce a single virtue , but that of temperance , which they practise ; and in that they are no way superior to the very brute creation . There is scarce an amusement which they enjoy ...
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Page 68 - 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...
Page 93 - ... sed nil dulcius est, bene quam munita tenere edita doctrina sapientum templa serena...
Page 68 - I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, "Mirza," said he, "I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me.
Page 3 - It were better to have no opinion of God at all. than such an opinion as is unworthy of Him; for the one is unbelief, the other is contumely: and certainly superstition is the reproach of the Deity. Plutarch saith well to that purpose:
Page 155 - In barbers' shops and public-houses a fellow will get up, and spell out a paragraph, which he communicates as some discovery. Another follows with his selection. So the entire journal transpires at length by piece-meal. Seldom-readers are slow readers, and, without this expedient no one in the company would probably ever travel through the contents of a whole paper. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment. What an eternal time that gentleman...
Page 3 - Atheism leaves a man to sense, to philosophy, to natural piety, to laws, to reputation; all which may be guides to an outward moral virtue, though religion were not: but superstition dismounts all these, and erecteth an absolute monarchy in the minds of men. Therefore atheism did never perturb states; for it makes men wary of themselves, as looking no further: and we see the times inclined to atheism, as the time of Augustus Caesar, were civil times. But superstition hath been the confusion of many...
Page 149 - English man of war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 153 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine; such a book, for instance, as the Life of the Duke of Newcastle, by his Duchess: no casket is rich enough, no casing sufficiently durable, to honour and keep safe such a jewel.
Page 135 - O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead ! The yearnings which I used to have towards it in those unfledged years ! How, in my dreams, would my native town (far in the west) come back, with its church, and trees, and faces ! How I would wake weeping, and in the anguish of my heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life, I trace impressions left by recollection of those friendless holidays.
Page 234 - And beyond is the land of Beulah, where the flowers, the grapes, and the songs of birds never cease, and where the sun shines night and day. Thence are plainly seen the golden pavements and streets of pearl, on the other side of that black and cold river over which there is no bridge.