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The Spectator in miniature: being a collection of the principle essays ... - Страница 192
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The Spectator, Том 1

1778
...lTnps are laden with the harveft • of every climate : our tables are ftored with fpices, and •ils, and wines : our rooms are filled with pyramids of China, and adorned with the workmanfhip of Japan : our morning's draught comes to us from the remoteft corners of the earth : we...

Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the ...

William Scott - 1789 - 398 страници
...among us. Our fbtps are laden with the harveft of every clim.tts; our tables are ftored with fpices, and oils, and wines; our rooms are filled with pyramids of china, and adorned with the workmanfliip of Japan; our morning's draught comes to US from the rernoteit corners of the earth; we...

The Spectator. ...

1789
...among us. Our mips are laden with the harveft of every climate. Our tables are ftored with fpices, and oils, and wines. Our rooms are filled with pyramids of China, and adorned with the workmanmip of Japan. Our Dd 3 morning's morning's draught comes to us from the remoteft corners of...

The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers

British essayists - 1802
...the whole face of nature among us. Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate. Our tables are stored with spices, and oils, and wines. Our rooms...from the remotest corners of the earth. We repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend, Sir Andrew,...

The British Essayists: The Spectator

Alexander Chalmers - 1802
...among us. Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate. Our tables are stored with spiees, and oils, and wines. Our rooms are filled with pyramids...from the remotest corners of the earth. We repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend, Sir Andrew,...

Select British Classics, Том 11

1803
...the whole face of nature among us. Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate: our tables are stored with spices, and oils, and wines ; our...from the remotest corners of the earth: we repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend Sir Andrew calls...

The Spectator ...

Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1803
...face of nature among us. Our, F f2 ships are laden with the harvest of every climate : our tables arc stored with spices, and oils, and wines ; our rooms...from the remotest corners of the earth: we repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My ' friend Sir Andrew...

The British Essayists, Том 7

Alexander Chalmers - 1808
...the whole face of nature among us. Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate. Our tables are stored with spices, and oils, and wines.. Our...from the remotest corners of the earth. We repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend, Sir Andrew,...

The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Том 3

Joseph Addison - 1811
...whole face of nature among us.* Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate : our tables are stored with spices, and oils, and wines; our rooms...the remotest corners of the earth ; we repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend Sir Andrew calls...

The Spectator

Joseph Addison, Richard Hurd - 1811
...whole face of nature among us.* Our ships are laden with the harvest of every climate : our tables are stored with spices, and oils, and wines; our rooms...the remotest corners of the earth ; we repair our bodies by the drugs of America, and repose ourselves under Indian canopies. My friend Sir Andrew calls...




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