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, Том 13Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1810 |
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... dear Mrs. W. why , she ' ll be obliged to wear her arm in a sling ! But she would go out this slippery weather , when the cold's enough to kill one . B. Well , I must go and tell my father the news . Let's see how many men killed ...
... dear Mrs. W. why , she ' ll be obliged to wear her arm in a sling ! But she would go out this slippery weather , when the cold's enough to kill one . B. Well , I must go and tell my father the news . Let's see how many men killed ...
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... 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 frost , the drifting snow fell thick Upon the plain , where late the ...
... 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 frost , the drifting snow fell thick Upon the plain , where late the ...
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... dear Mrs. Clarke . Renown'd for her prowess in cooing and wars , Of her birth we can never be long in the dark , Since all who have heard of Dame Venus and Mars , Know the mammy and daddy of sweet Mrs. Clarke . Huzza ! for the army of ...
... dear Mrs. Clarke . Renown'd for her prowess in cooing and wars , Of her birth we can never be long in the dark , Since all who have heard of Dame Venus and Mars , Know the mammy and daddy of sweet Mrs. Clarke . Huzza ! for the army of ...
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... Dear symbol wild ! on Freedom's hill it grows , Where Fingal stemin'd the tyrants of the world , And Roman eagles found unconquer'd foes ! Joy for that day , on Portugallia's strand , When bayonet to bayonet oppos'd , First of ...
... Dear symbol wild ! on Freedom's hill it grows , Where Fingal stemin'd the tyrants of the world , And Roman eagles found unconquer'd foes ! Joy for that day , on Portugallia's strand , When bayonet to bayonet oppos'd , First of ...
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... dear to Liberty , to Britain dear ! Yet still she weeps o'er their untimely bier . Britons , your plaudits now let Wardle have- As mild as Rusself , and as Hampden brave . Like them renown'd , but happier be his fate , Who stems ...
... dear to Liberty , to Britain dear ! Yet still she weeps o'er their untimely bier . Britons , your plaudits now let Wardle have- As mild as Rusself , and as Hampden brave . Like them renown'd , but happier be his fate , Who stems ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 83 - Howe'er, the youth, with forward air, Bows to the sage, and mounts the car. The lash resounds, the coursers spring, The chariot...
Страница 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,
Страница 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.