The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... speak of Happiness , I go no higher than that which is contained in the World we now tread upon ; and when I speak of Laughter , I don't simply mean that which every Oaf is capable of , but that which has its sensible Motive and proper ...
... speak of Happiness , I go no higher than that which is contained in the World we now tread upon ; and when I speak of Laughter , I don't simply mean that which every Oaf is capable of , but that which has its sensible Motive and proper ...
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... speak of myself as a loose Philosopher , I have thus ventured to imitate : - Me , while my laughing Follies can deceive , Blest in the dear Delirium let me live , Rather than wisely know my Wants and grieve . We had once a merry Monarch ...
... speak of myself as a loose Philosopher , I have thus ventured to imitate : - Me , while my laughing Follies can deceive , Blest in the dear Delirium let me live , Rather than wisely know my Wants and grieve . We had once a merry Monarch ...
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... speaking , any quaint or uncommon set of ex- pressions . The most obvious , easy , common words , wherein our meaning can be conveyed , we prefer before others , both on ordinary occasions , and when we speak of the things of God . We ...
... speaking , any quaint or uncommon set of ex- pressions . The most obvious , easy , common words , wherein our meaning can be conveyed , we prefer before others , both on ordinary occasions , and when we speak of the things of God . We ...
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... speak evil of his neighbor , no more than he can lie , either for God or man . cannot utter an unkind word of any one ; for love keeps the door of his lips . He cannot speak idle words : no corrupt com- munication ever comes out of his ...
... speak evil of his neighbor , no more than he can lie , either for God or man . cannot utter an unkind word of any one ; for love keeps the door of his lips . He cannot speak idle words : no corrupt com- munication ever comes out of his ...
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... speak with you . " - " Now , " thought I , " I must go . She won't beat me , I hope . Oh , that my dear protector were at home ! " I followed her woman down ; my gloves on , and my fan in my hand , that I might be ready to step into the ...
... speak with you . " - " Now , " thought I , " I must go . She won't beat me , I hope . Oh , that my dear protector were at home ! " I followed her woman down ; my gloves on , and my fan in my hand , that I might be ready to step into the ...
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Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows blessing born brother called captain character Colonel COUNTESS OF BUTE creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dupleix earth endeavored English eyes face father fear gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour human Indian insulted Jackey Jewkes Joseph Andrews king lady ladyship liberty live look Lord Lord Bute madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passed passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il reason replied russe sentiment soul speak Spirit of Laws sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole wish woman word wretched young
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