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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... heard ; Alike in the proud square and humble lane , The gorgeous palace and the wretched shed , Reigns revelry omnipotent . * ** * And wherefore grows this universal joy , This happiness which even o'er the face Of squalid misery ...
... heard ; Alike in the proud square and humble lane , The gorgeous palace and the wretched shed , Reigns revelry omnipotent . * ** * And wherefore grows this universal joy , This happiness which even o'er the face Of squalid misery ...
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... heard , that the scouts employed to reconnoitre there brought no intelligence of any consequence , and have thrown no new light upon a point of the utmost importance in the future conduct of our operations . In the mean time the Junto ...
... heard , that the scouts employed to reconnoitre there brought no intelligence of any consequence , and have thrown no new light upon a point of the utmost importance in the future conduct of our operations . In the mean time the Junto ...
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... heard of Mrs. W.'s acci- dent ? A. and the Lady ( putting down their cups . ) No ! what can it be ? B. Why , she has broken her arm . A. Poor thing ! her husband's half mad , I suppose . The Lady . Good God ! I declare you've made me ...
... heard of Mrs. W.'s acci- dent ? A. and the Lady ( putting down their cups . ) No ! what can it be ? B. Why , she has broken her arm . A. Poor thing ! her husband's half mad , I suppose . The Lady . Good God ! I declare you've made me ...
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... heard the magnanimous and parental sentiments just uttered to them from the Chair , but must participate with him in all the digni - fed feelings which they so naturally inspire . His M- , with his never - ceasing benevolence , declares ...
... heard the magnanimous and parental sentiments just uttered to them from the Chair , but must participate with him in all the digni - fed feelings which they so naturally inspire . His M- , with his never - ceasing benevolence , declares ...
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... heard from the Continent , but because of Mrs. Clarke - not because the con- * Pray , Mr. Editor , is not this somewhat the case with a lady , who has just attained a considerable degree of notoriety ? tending MORE CONSOLATIONS . 47 ...
... heard from the Continent , but because of Mrs. Clarke - not because the con- * Pray , Mr. Editor , is not this somewhat the case with a lady , who has just attained a considerable degree of notoriety ? tending MORE CONSOLATIONS . 47 ...
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Страница 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.
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.