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 13Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1810 |
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... gentlemen with the following gifts : To Mr. PERCEVAL - The Lives of the Popes - Plan of a new Cabinet -- Biographical Anecdotes of Praise- God Barebones . To Mr. CANNING - A new edition of Boyer's French B 3 To New Year's Gifts.
... gentlemen with the following gifts : To Mr. PERCEVAL - The Lives of the Popes - Plan of a new Cabinet -- Biographical Anecdotes of Praise- God Barebones . To Mr. CANNING - A new edition of Boyer's French B 3 To New Year's Gifts.
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... live goose down , whose flutt'ring pinion Would bring each particle of soot away . ' 19 " Why , faith , " says Jack , " the project is not bad , To render smoky chimnies fit for use , And save much labour to the sweeping lad ; But it is ...
... live goose down , whose flutt'ring pinion Would bring each particle of soot away . ' 19 " Why , faith , " says Jack , " the project is not bad , To render smoky chimnies fit for use , And save much labour to the sweeping lad ; But it is ...
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... lives against an in- hospitable country , a sanguinary enemy , and imper- vious roads ; and while thousands of families were trembling for the safety of a father , a son , a brother ; yet the Whip Club had made some arrangements which ...
... lives against an in- hospitable country , a sanguinary enemy , and imper- vious roads ; and while thousands of families were trembling for the safety of a father , a son , a brother ; yet the Whip Club had made some arrangements which ...
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... live together , or together die ! " And once ( the time to memory is dear ) , Plung'd from thy back in the contentious strife , No active comrade to assist me near , Thy friendship , brutal friendship , sav'd my life . Keen was the ...
... live together , or together die ! " And once ( the time to memory is dear ) , Plung'd from thy back in the contentious strife , No active comrade to assist me near , Thy friendship , brutal friendship , sav'd my life . Keen was the ...
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... d not wrong that name to give In festive scenes , which prompts the patriot's sigh ; Who would not envy such as Moore to live ? And died he not as heroes wish to die ? D 5 Yes ; Yes ; though too soon attaining Glory's goal , To.
... d not wrong that name to give In festive scenes , which prompts the patriot's sigh ; Who would not envy such as Moore to live ? And died he not as heroes wish to die ? D 5 Yes ; Yes ; though too soon attaining Glory's goal , To.
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الصفحة 39 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
الصفحة 319 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
الصفحة 295 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Home's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS.
الصفحة 58 - Is there a son of generous England here Or fervid Erin ? — he with us shall join, To pray that in eternal union dear, The rose, the shamrock, and the thistle twine ! Types of a race who shall th...
الصفحة 84 - Bows to the sage, and mounts the car. The lash resounds, the coursers spring, The chariot marks the rolling ring; And gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes, And shouts, pursue him as he flies. Triumphant to the goal return'd, With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd; And now along th...
الصفحة 318 - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below; And now and then a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
الصفحة 339 - What strings symphonious tremble in the air. What strains of vocal transport round her play ? Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear : They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings.
الصفحة 83 - Howe'er, the youth, with forward air, Bows to the sage, and mounts the car. The lash resounds, the coursers spring, The chariot...
الصفحة 84 - Ev'n bearded sages hail'd the boy; And all but Plato gaz'd with joy. For he, deep-judging sage, beheld With pain the triumphs of the field : And when the charioteer drew nigh, And, flush'd with hope, had caught his eye,
الصفحة 318 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble, Never ending, still beginning; Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee ! —The many rend the skies with loud applause; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.