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, Bind 13Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1810 |
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... 80 81 ib . 83 ib . 84 85 . 86 88 89 99 91 92 243 783 94 Fashionables Royal Academy Exhibition An Epistle from one of the People called Quakers , to an eminent Brewer The Whip Club Page ** 95 The Edinburgh Pitt Club A 3.
... 80 81 ib . 83 ib . 84 85 . 86 88 89 99 91 92 243 783 94 Fashionables Royal Academy Exhibition An Epistle from one of the People called Quakers , to an eminent Brewer The Whip Club Page ** 95 The Edinburgh Pitt Club A 3.
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... Royal , Covent Garden 275 276 277 ib . 278 --- 279 On the Misplacing of one of the Ornaments of Co- vent Garden Theatre To Bow Wow Another Playbill The Two Kings of Brentford 280 ib . 281 282 Cunctator New Grand Imperial Incombustible ...
... Royal , Covent Garden 275 276 277 ib . 278 --- 279 On the Misplacing of one of the Ornaments of Co- vent Garden Theatre To Bow Wow Another Playbill The Two Kings of Brentford 280 ib . 281 282 Cunctator New Grand Imperial Incombustible ...
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... ROYAL IN D - N - G STREET , WESTMINSTER . [ From the Morning Chronicle , Jan. 12. ] Enter His Grace the D of P - D , reading a Dispatch . HOW very odd that Bonaparte should leave Madrid in such sloppy weather ! L - d E - N . I'll be ...
... ROYAL IN D - N - G STREET , WESTMINSTER . [ From the Morning Chronicle , Jan. 12. ] Enter His Grace the D of P - D , reading a Dispatch . HOW very odd that Bonaparte should leave Madrid in such sloppy weather ! L - d E - N . I'll be ...
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... royal college of state physicians , relative to the prevalence of this dis- order , occasioned by the bite of the Cintra rat , which , at this moment , is known to be spreading its baneful effects over most of the counties and borough ...
... royal college of state physicians , relative to the prevalence of this dis- order , occasioned by the bite of the Cintra rat , which , at this moment , is known to be spreading its baneful effects over most of the counties and borough ...
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... Royal College . P. S. Should not any medicine have been discovered to remove the complaint , the secretary has directions from the royal college to recommend a trial of the following recipe : Rub the palms of the hands gently three or ...
... Royal College . P. S. Should not any medicine have been discovered to remove the complaint , the secretary has directions from the royal college to recommend a trial of the following recipe : Rub the palms of the hands gently three or ...
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The Spirit of the Public Journals, Bind 12 Stephen Jones,Charles Molloy Westmacott Fuld visning - 1809 |
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 83 - Howe'er, the youth, with forward air, Bows to the sage, and mounts the car. The lash resounds, the coursers spring, The chariot...
Side 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,
Side 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.