The Manchester iris, Том 1,Випуски 1 – 231822 |
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... song of love ; the sooty black - bird ' Mellow'd his pipe , and softened every note : The eglantine smell'd sweeter , and the rose Assum'd a dye more deep . BLAIR . It is to be lamented that an amusement so admirably adapted for ...
... song of love ; the sooty black - bird ' Mellow'd his pipe , and softened every note : The eglantine smell'd sweeter , and the rose Assum'd a dye more deep . BLAIR . It is to be lamented that an amusement so admirably adapted for ...
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... SONG . The morning hours the sun beguiles , With glories brightly blooming ; The flower and summer meet in smiles , And so I've met with woman . But suns must set with dewy eve , And leave the scene deserted ; And flowers must with the ...
... SONG . The morning hours the sun beguiles , With glories brightly blooming ; The flower and summer meet in smiles , And so I've met with woman . But suns must set with dewy eve , And leave the scene deserted ; And flowers must with the ...
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... song . The respon- dent betakes himself to the appointed place , and presents himself in the encir- cled theatre . Then the accuser begins to sing his satire to the beat of the drum , and his party in the auditory back every line with ...
... song . The respon- dent betakes himself to the appointed place , and presents himself in the encir- cled theatre . Then the accuser begins to sing his satire to the beat of the drum , and his party in the auditory back every line with ...
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... song , If not all right , are not all wrong ; A sort of middling , useless , men ; I mean , to us , who wield a pen , And draw fine portraits - like as life ! But choose those men , who live in strife , And little care for human life ...
... song , If not all right , are not all wrong ; A sort of middling , useless , men ; I mean , to us , who wield a pen , And draw fine portraits - like as life ! But choose those men , who live in strife , And little care for human life ...
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... song , and join in the same chorus , there is a nest of plea- Unshaken , unseduced , unterrified , And for the testimony of truth have borne Universal reproach- Judged them perverse- Though worlds that looks on life as a needle's point ...
... song , and join in the same chorus , there is a nest of plea- Unshaken , unseduced , unterrified , And for the testimony of truth have borne Universal reproach- Judged them perverse- Though worlds that looks on life as a needle's point ...
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Сторінка 56 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Сторінка 74 - I will not undertake to maintain, against the concurrent and unvaried testimony of all ages, and of all nations. There is no people, rude or learned, among whom apparitions of the dead are not related and believed. This opinion, which prevails, as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth...
Сторінка 122 - There he stood, pointing me out with his dusky finger to the mob, and to a poor woman (I suppose his mother) in particular, till the tears for the exquisiteness of the fun (so he thought it) worked themselves out at the corners of his poor red eyes, red from many a previous weeping, and soot-inflamed...
Сторінка 118 - A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Сторінка 118 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Сторінка 123 - ... wine, naming the brewer, and protesting, if it were not good, he should lose their custom ; with a special recommendation to wipe the lip before drinking. Then we had our toasts — "the King...
Сторінка 122 - ... of a gentleman might endure it, to have remained his butt and his mockery till midnight. I am by theory obdurate to the seductiveness of what are called a fine set of teeth. Every pair of rosy lips (the ladies must pardon me) is a casket presumably holding such jewels ; but, methinks, they should take leave to " air " them as frugally as possible.
Сторінка 68 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 92 - CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee the rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine. Benign restorer of the soul ! Who ever...
Сторінка 92 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.