The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
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... night , they were always delightful and instructive , breathing the purest sentiments of patriotism , and hallowed by a spirit of enlightened philanthropy . Among his compositions , during the period of his retire- ment , should be ...
... night , they were always delightful and instructive , breathing the purest sentiments of patriotism , and hallowed by a spirit of enlightened philanthropy . Among his compositions , during the period of his retire- ment , should be ...
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... night entirely frozen up , and in two days after , not the least appearance of its having been so . " " Philadelphia , November 20 , 1742 . " I should have observed to you , that an act for the choice of inspectors , expiring this year ...
... night entirely frozen up , and in two days after , not the least appearance of its having been so . " " Philadelphia , November 20 , 1742 . " I should have observed to you , that an act for the choice of inspectors , expiring this year ...
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... night's time . " America is called the New World . Indeed , its climate seems scarcely to be put in order : for at Christmas , we have , sometimes , summer weather , and so on the contrary . It is now so warm as to set without a fire ...
... night's time . " America is called the New World . Indeed , its climate seems scarcely to be put in order : for at Christmas , we have , sometimes , summer weather , and so on the contrary . It is now so warm as to set without a fire ...
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... night , plump for the assembly . In short , my dear sir , all is go- ing wrong , and if long suffered , will be irretrievable . The Red Lion inn , between 12 and 13 miles from the city . † Governor Morris , spoken of in this ...
... night , plump for the assembly . In short , my dear sir , all is go- ing wrong , and if long suffered , will be irretrievable . The Red Lion inn , between 12 and 13 miles from the city . † Governor Morris , spoken of in this ...
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... night , in going round this series of quarter casks , and drawing from the bot- tom of each , a pail or bucket full of cider , which he pours on top of the Malaga raisins . The cider percolating through the body of Malaga raisins ...
... night , in going round this series of quarter casks , and drawing from the bot- tom of each , a pail or bucket full of cider , which he pours on top of the Malaga raisins . The cider percolating through the body of Malaga raisins ...
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الصفحة 195 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
الصفحة 193 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
الصفحة 197 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
الصفحة 195 - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
الصفحة 59 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
الصفحة 524 - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
الصفحة 194 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
الصفحة 76 - No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk in his garden or elsewhere, except reverently to and from meeting. "No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep house, cut hair, or shave, on the Sabbath day.
الصفحة 196 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
الصفحة 416 - The engines thundered through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced. And one, the leader of the band, From Charing Cross along the Strand, Like stag by beagles hunted hard, Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.