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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... true John Bull doth us despise , Yea loaths the constellation ; But his contempt creates surprise , And each one of the Talents cries , It proves his vacillation . To punish which , if we succeed , And rule the state once more , Sir ...
... true John Bull doth us despise , Yea loaths the constellation ; But his contempt creates surprise , And each one of the Talents cries , It proves his vacillation . To punish which , if we succeed , And rule the state once more , Sir ...
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... true , is a great softener of the effect of misery ; and when we have no relations or acquaint- ance in the battle , we may be allowed to feel more acutely for domestic than for foreign troubles , for the sorrows of a friend than for ...
... true , is a great softener of the effect of misery ; and when we have no relations or acquaint- ance in the battle , we may be allowed to feel more acutely for domestic than for foreign troubles , for the sorrows of a friend than for ...
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... true with his wits on the wane ; Ere I quit the brown scorner , in madness and spite , With the blood of her children her bosom I'll stain . " Having 66 GLEE IN THE NEW TRAGEDY . " Having done so 38 THE MOONSTRUCK WARRIOR . The Moon ...
... true with his wits on the wane ; Ere I quit the brown scorner , in madness and spite , With the blood of her children her bosom I'll stain . " Having 66 GLEE IN THE NEW TRAGEDY . " Having done so 38 THE MOONSTRUCK WARRIOR . The Moon ...
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... true , Would contemplate , alone , the hero's fame . Give me the humble turf , with osier bound , Beneath whose base the honour'd warrior lies ; With adoration I will press the mound , Till all my nobler energies arise . There , pausing ...
... true , Would contemplate , alone , the hero's fame . Give me the humble turf , with osier bound , Beneath whose base the honour'd warrior lies ; With adoration I will press the mound , Till all my nobler energies arise . There , pausing ...
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... true , ' midst shoals and rocks , Thou sound oak post , round which the Blocks , Though rotten , keep their station ! Thief , who didst rob the suffering Dane , Thou best couldst tell how suffering Spain From thieves might be defended ...
... true , ' midst shoals and rocks , Thou sound oak post , round which the Blocks , Though rotten , keep their station ! Thief , who didst rob the suffering Dane , Thou best couldst tell how suffering Spain From thieves might be defended ...
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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.