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, 1. köideStephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1799 Being an impartial selection of the most exquisite essays and jeux d'esprits, principally prose, that appear in the newspapers and other publications. |
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... Poor Turkeys Burgeffiana The Lawyer's Farewel to his Mufe Pitt's Specific Leffon for Young Barristers An Interefting Anecdote Baron Munchaufen's Letter A Picture of High Life Tranflation of Horace Questions from a Man of Kent Portrait ...
... Poor Turkeys Burgeffiana The Lawyer's Farewel to his Mufe Pitt's Specific Leffon for Young Barristers An Interefting Anecdote Baron Munchaufen's Letter A Picture of High Life Tranflation of Horace Questions from a Man of Kent Portrait ...
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... Poor devils ! they couldn't , like Pitt and Hall , get fous'd in wine . LXIV . PITT to the Houfe a bill brings down , And gives it what fupport he's able ; For while through form it lies upon , He lies himfelf beneath the table . LXV ...
... Poor devils ! they couldn't , like Pitt and Hall , get fous'd in wine . LXIV . PITT to the Houfe a bill brings down , And gives it what fupport he's able ; For while through form it lies upon , He lies himfelf beneath the table . LXV ...
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... day is come ! our die is caft ! Ah ! weep for Britain's hopeless lot , While we , poor fwine ! are left to fast , Qur drivers all are gone to pot . LXXXIV . LXXXIV . Addreffed to the People of England by Meffrs 14 EPIGRAMMATA BACCHANALIA .
... day is come ! our die is caft ! Ah ! weep for Britain's hopeless lot , While we , poor fwine ! are left to fast , Qur drivers all are gone to pot . LXXXIV . LXXXIV . Addreffed to the People of England by Meffrs 14 EPIGRAMMATA BACCHANALIA .
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... poor Minifter in the moft deplorable ftate of mind . It was now towards the middle of the third day of his illness , when he began to entertain very ferious thoughts of dying , which agitated him extremely.- " Ah , George ! " faid he ...
... poor Minifter in the moft deplorable ftate of mind . It was now towards the middle of the third day of his illness , when he began to entertain very ferious thoughts of dying , which agitated him extremely.- " Ah , George ! " faid he ...
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... poor Mr. Canning fell a crying , and could not be comforted , till the house - keeper brought him a flice of bread and butter , fprinkled with fugar ! My Lord Hawkesbury hearing his name mentioned , ftept up ; but the moment Mr. Pitt ...
... poor Mr. Canning fell a crying , and could not be comforted , till the house - keeper brought him a flice of bread and butter , fprinkled with fugar ! My Lord Hawkesbury hearing his name mentioned , ftept up ; but the moment Mr. Pitt ...
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Page 159 - Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No ! Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain, — These constitute a State...
Page 259 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page iv - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 104 - Igni corusco nubila dividens Plerumque, per purum tonantes Egit equos volucremque currum, Quo bruta tellus et vaga flumina, Quo Styx et invisi horrida Taenari 10 Sedes Atlanteusque finis Concutitur.
Page 119 - How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee ! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded...
Page 229 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...
Page 121 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall...
Page 232 - And Abraham arose and met him, and said unto him, Turn in, I pray thee, and wash thy feet, and tarry all night, and thou shalt arise early on the morrow, and go on thy way.
Page 368 - I, you are providing pain for yourself, instead of pleasure; you give too much for your whistle.
Page 320 - Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said, "Offensive to love and to me! For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.