The history of Tom Jones, a foundling, Volume 3

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Page 133 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 213 - Little more worth remembering occurred during the play ; at the end of which, Jones asked him, Which of the players he had liked best? To this he answered with some appearance of indignation at the question, The king, without doubt.
Page 210 - I perceive now it is what you told me. I am not afraid of anything; for I know it is but a play. And if it was really a ghost, it could do one no harm at such a distance, and in so much company; and yet if I was frightened, I am not the only person.
Page 210 - As soon as the play, whi-ch was Hamlet Prince of Denmark, began, Partridge was all attention ; nor did he break silence till the entrance of the ghost ; upon which he asked Jones, What man that was in the strange dress ; something, said he, like what I have seen in a picture.
Page 2 - ... charming ages yet to come. Foretel me that some tender maid, whose grandmother is yet unborn, hereafter, when, under the fictitious name of Sophia, she reads the real worth which once existed in my Charlotte, shall from her sympathetic breast send forth the heaving sigh. Do thou teach me not only to foresee, but to enjoy, nay, even to feed on future praise.
Page 363 - Let me beseech you, sir," says Jones, " don't let me be the occasion — " "Beseech mine a — ," cries Western, "I thought thou hadst been a lad of higher mettle than to give way to a parcel of maidenish tricks.
Page 1 - COME, bright love of fame, inspire my glowing breast: not thee I call, who, over swelling tides of blood and tears, dost bear the hero on to glory, while sighs of millions waft his spreading sails; but thee, fair, gentle maid, whom Mnesis, happy nymph, first on the banks of Hebrus did produce. Thee, whom...
Page 211 - Jones offered to speak, but Partridge cried, Hush, hush, dear sir! don't you hear him? And during the whole speech of the ghost, he sat with his eyes fixed partly on the ghost and partly...
Page 209 - That refined degree of Platonic affection which is absolutely detached from the flesh, and is indeed entirely and purely spiritual, is a gift confined to the female part of the creation ; many of whom I have heard declare (and doubtless with great truth) that they would, with the utmost readiness, resign a lover to a rival, when such resignation was proved to be necessary for the temporal interest of such lover.
Page 213 - Upon Hamlet's taking up the skull, he cried out, " Well! it is strange to see how fearless some men are; I never could bring myself to touch anything belonging to a dead man, on any account. He seemed frightened...

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