The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for the Year ...

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J. Dodsley, 1762

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Page 486 - As we have no immediate experience of what other men feel, we can form no idea of the manner in which they are affected, but by conceiving what we ourselves should feel in the like situation.
Page 479 - ... at rest. I am hungry and thirsty like him, but when thirst and hunger cease I am not at rest ; I am, like him, pained with want, but am not, like him, satisfied with fulness.
Page 450 - Prepar'd to strike, to triumph, and to die. " Bring then to Britain's plain that choral throng; Display thy buskin'd pomp, thy golden lyre : Give her historic Forms the soul of song, And mingle Attic art with SHAKSPERE'S fire." " Ah, what, fond boy, dost thou presume to claim...
Page 310 - ... books, and had never spent an hour but in reading and writing: yet his humanity, courtesy and affability...
Page 310 - ... presenting them to the understanding, of any man that hath been known. Mr. Hyde was wont to say, that he valued himself upon nothing more than upon having had Mr. Selden's acquaintance from the time he was very young ; and held it with great delight as long as they were...
Page 430 - The misery of gaols is not half their evil, they are filled with every corruption which poverty and wickedness can generate between them; with all the shameless and profligate enormities that can be produced by the impudence of ignominy, the rage of want, and the malignity of despair.
Page 486 - By the imagination we place ourselves in his situation, we conceive ourselves enduring all the same torments, we enter as it were into his body, and become in some measure the same person with him, and thence form some idea of his sensations, and even feel something which, though weaker in degree, is not altogether unlike them.
Page 363 - I slept soundly till three o'clock, awaked, and then writ these lines : " ' Come, pleasing Rest, eternal Slumber, fall ; Seal mine, that once must seal the eyes of all. Calm and composed my soul her journey takes, No guilt that troubles, and no heart that aches. Adieu ! thou Sun, all bright like her arise ; Adieu ! fair Friends, and all that's good and wise.
Page 391 - East side of the Lake Ontario, a great many leagues from the Fall, you may, every clear and calm morning, see the vapours of the Fall rising in the air ; you would think all the woods thereabouts were set on fire by the Indians, so great is the apparent smoak.
Page 479 - The intermediate hours are tedious and gloomy ; I long again to be hungry, that I may again quicken my attention. The birds peck the...

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