The Preceptor: Containing a General Course of Education, Band 1Robert Dodsley R. and J. Dodsley, 1754 |
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... Our Pleafure herein declared . Given at our Court at St. James's the Fourth Day of February 174 , in the Twenty firft Year of our Reign . By His Majefty's Command . . CHESTERFIELD . To His ROYAL HIGHNESS Prince GEORGE . SIR , I GEORGE R.
... Our Pleafure herein declared . Given at our Court at St. James's the Fourth Day of February 174 , in the Twenty firft Year of our Reign . By His Majefty's Command . . CHESTERFIELD . To His ROYAL HIGHNESS Prince GEORGE . SIR , I GEORGE R.
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... given you fo much the clearer Under- standing . You may please to add this Confideration , that among your Equals no one values your Anger , which only preys upon its Mafter ; and perhaps you may find it not very confi- ftent either ...
... given you fo much the clearer Under- standing . You may please to add this Confideration , that among your Equals no one values your Anger , which only preys upon its Mafter ; and perhaps you may find it not very confi- ftent either ...
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... given them , which if it do not fit exactly , is not as with us , fitted up again , but the Children are in a cruel Manner cut and squeez'd to bring them to its Proportion . Yet this they feem not much to regard , provided their ...
... given them , which if it do not fit exactly , is not as with us , fitted up again , but the Children are in a cruel Manner cut and squeez'd to bring them to its Proportion . Yet this they feem not much to regard , provided their ...
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... given an Account of their Commiffion , Junius Brutus , perceiving his Comrades continued in a profound Silence , and that none of them attempted to make himself an Advocate in the Caufe , ftepped forward , and thus addreffed them . E 2 ...
... given an Account of their Commiffion , Junius Brutus , perceiving his Comrades continued in a profound Silence , and that none of them attempted to make himself an Advocate in the Caufe , ftepped forward , and thus addreffed them . E 2 ...
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... given you ? Thirty Latine Cities united to restore the Tarquins . What would you have done then , if we had abandoned you , and joined your Enemies ? What Re- wards might we not have obtained of Tarquin , while the Se- nate and Nobles ...
... given you ? Thirty Latine Cities united to restore the Tarquins . What would you have done then , if we had abandoned you , and joined your Enemies ? What Re- wards might we not have obtained of Tarquin , while the Se- nate and Nobles ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 61 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Seite 58 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 26 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Seite 26 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 56 - They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 65 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 26 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Seite 419 - To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Seite 65 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 67 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.