The European Magazine, and London Review, المجلد 13

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Philological Society of London, 1788

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الصفحة 405 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
الصفحة 440 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
الصفحة 440 - Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave lord keeper led the brawls, The seal and maces danced before him. His bushy beard and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat and satin doublet, Moved the stout heart of England's queen, Though pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
الصفحة 393 - Baretti ! do not quarrel with him ; to neglect him a little will be sufficient. He means only to be frank, and manly, and independent, and perhaps, as you say, a little wise. To be frank, he thinks, is to be cynical ; and to be independent is to be rude. Forgive him, dearest lady, the rather, because of his misbehaviour I am afraid he learned part of me. I hope to set him hereafter a better example.
الصفحة 284 - ... nor pay your vifits with an air of concealment, when all you are doing might as well be proclaimed perhaps in the parifh veftry. But I will hope better than this of your tendernefs and .of your virtue, and will releafe you from a lecture you have To very little need of, unlefs your extreme youth and my uncommon regard will excufe it.
الصفحة 40 - No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep ; Singing all day, his flocks he learns to keep, Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep. No Serian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives — nor silken pride: His lambs...
الصفحة 148 - Last winter I went down to my native town, where I found the streets much narrower and shorter than I thought I had left them, inhabited by a new race of people, to whom I was very little known. My playfellows were grown old, and forced me to suspect that I was no longer young.
الصفحة 405 - Philistian bounds ; to Israel Honour hath left, and freedom, let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion...
الصفحة 244 - For him in vain his anxious wife shall wait, Or wander forth to meet him on his way; For him in vain, at to-fall of the day, His babes shall linger at. th' unclosing gate: Ah, ne'er shall he.
الصفحة 405 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains...

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