The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'esprits, Principally Prose, that Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications, المجلد 6

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Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott
James Ridgway, 1803
 

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الصفحة 155 - To THE HONOURABLE THE COMMONS OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND, IN PARLIAMENT ASSEMBLED.
الصفحة 307 - To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up...
الصفحة 215 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
الصفحة 311 - Forgive me, Freedom! O forgive those dreams! I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament, From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent— I hear thy groans upon her blood-stained streams!
الصفحة 311 - And, conquering by her happiness alone, Shall France compel the nations to be free, Till Love and Joy look round, and call the Earth their own.
الصفحة 313 - O my Mother Isle ! How shouldst thou prove aught else but dear and holy To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life, All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All adoration of the God in Nature, All lovely and all honourable things, Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel The joy and greatness of its future being ? There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrowed from my country.
الصفحة 300 - ... the race is not to the fwift, nor the battle to the ftrong...
الصفحة 308 - That at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up...
الصفحة 313 - Hits the spirit! Stand we forth; Render them back upon th- insulted ocean, And let them toss as idly on its waves, As the vile sea-weeds, which some mountain blast Swept from our shores ! And O ! may we return Not with a drunken triumph, but with fear, Repenting of the wrongs, with which we stung So fierce a foe to frenzy ! I have told, O Britons ! O my brethren ! I have told Most bitter truth, but without bitterness. Nor deem my zeal or factious or...
الصفحة 325 - But Satan works now as a Worm of the Still. Of all his migrations, this last he likes best : How the arrogant reptile here raises liis crest ! His head winding up from the tail of his plan, Till the worm stands erect o'er the prostrated man.

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