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Hope etsayt 4.74 . SPES OPTIMA IN DEO John Thomas Hope . THE SALE - ROOM . A Periodical Paper , published.
Hope etsayt 4.74 . SPES OPTIMA IN DEO John Thomas Hope . THE SALE - ROOM . A Periodical Paper , published.
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THE SALE - ROOM . A Periodical Paper , published weekly at No. 4 , Hanover - Street , Edinburgh . 4 We shall not , therefore , deem any thing. No. I. ] SATURDAY , JANUARY 4 , 1817. ) An architect of great skill and experience was wont to ...
THE SALE - ROOM . A Periodical Paper , published weekly at No. 4 , Hanover - Street , Edinburgh . 4 We shall not , therefore , deem any thing. No. I. ] SATURDAY , JANUARY 4 , 1817. ) An architect of great skill and experience was wont to ...
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... publication of the Sale- troductory paper , whether we termed it No. Room ? If Disappointment should prick us I. or ... periodical works , and least disarmed of that motive for severity who , finding the ricketty babes which he which ...
... publication of the Sale- troductory paper , whether we termed it No. Room ? If Disappointment should prick us I. or ... periodical works , and least disarmed of that motive for severity who , finding the ricketty babes which he which ...
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... Periodical Paper , published weekly at No. 4 , Hanover - Street , Edinburgh . Dunder ) under whose dictation our Se- cond Number opened with the following motto and proemium : Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas . OUR Conclave ...
... Periodical Paper , published weekly at No. 4 , Hanover - Street , Edinburgh . Dunder ) under whose dictation our Se- cond Number opened with the following motto and proemium : Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas . OUR Conclave ...
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Side 171 - Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Side 209 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Side 163 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
Side 116 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Side 209 - Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance: he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell.
Side 26 - Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Side 28 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Side 171 - The' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope The silvery-footed antelope As gracefully and gaily springs As o'er the marble courts of kings.
Side 190 - Boastful and rough, your first son is a 'squire ; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar ; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave ; "Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave.
Side 182 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.