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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... thing that may be required . As the firm , although fully satisfied of the propriety of their own conduct on every point , have hitherto been unable to think of any arguments which are likely to be satisfactory to their correspondents ...
... thing that may be required . As the firm , although fully satisfied of the propriety of their own conduct on every point , have hitherto been unable to think of any arguments which are likely to be satisfactory to their correspondents ...
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... thing to get in , and , having got in , capable of doing any thing to remain there . Nay , Sir , they have done so much , that it has become matter of great doubt , whether any set of men can be found who will venture to succeed them ...
... thing to get in , and , having got in , capable of doing any thing to remain there . Nay , Sir , they have done so much , that it has become matter of great doubt , whether any set of men can be found who will venture to succeed them ...
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... thing in it very trifling as well as suspicious , yet , at a time when all old practices and customs seem to be upset , we must catch at what we can . I am , Sir , yours , PATRICK PRY . Extract of a Letter from Campo del Tresorio ...
... thing in it very trifling as well as suspicious , yet , at a time when all old practices and customs seem to be upset , we must catch at what we can . I am , Sir , yours , PATRICK PRY . Extract of a Letter from Campo del Tresorio ...
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... thing ! The Lady . Oh , shocking ! - ( takes a large bite of toast . ) B. Oh , monstrous ! - ( takes a larger ) A. ( reading on . ) " One of the French generals of division , riding up to the Emperor with a sabre covered over with blood ...
... thing ! The Lady . Oh , shocking ! - ( takes a large bite of toast . ) B. Oh , monstrous ! - ( takes a larger ) A. ( reading on . ) " One of the French generals of division , riding up to the Emperor with a sabre covered over with blood ...
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... thing ! her husband's half mad , I suppose . The Lady . Good God ! I declare you've made me quite sick . Poor 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 ...
... thing ! her husband's half mad , I suppose . The Lady . Good God ! I declare you've made me quite sick . Poor 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 ...
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The Spirit of the Public Journals, Bind 12 Stephen Jones,Charles Molloy Westmacott Fuld visning - 1809 |
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Administration Admiral arms battle Bob Stewart Bow Street boxes brave British Press called Castlereagh Clifford Club Colonel command Court Covent Garden COVENT GARDEN THEATRE dæmons dare DASHAWAY dear Duke EDITOR enemy England EPIGRAM eyes fame fate fear Ferrol friends gallant gentlemen give grace grand Grenville hand head hear heard heart Hearts of oak heroes Hey populorum jig honour hope horse House IMPROMPTU John Bull John Kemble jubilee King Lady late letter London Lord Lord Castlereagh Majesty's mare Mary Anne Clarke mighty mind Ministers Morning Chronicle Morning Post Mother Clarke nation ne'er never night o'er patriot Perceval Pitt Club poor present rowly Royal says Kemble Sept ship sing soon soul sound Spain speech theatre thee thing thou thought tion Walcheren Wardle wonderful
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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.