The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, Том 12H.D. Symonds, 1801 |
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... she disturbs . As sweetly he Who quits the coach - box at the midnight hour , To sleep within the carriage more secure , His legs depending at the open door . Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk , The 6 THE MONTHLY VISITOR .
... she disturbs . As sweetly he Who quits the coach - box at the midnight hour , To sleep within the carriage more secure , His legs depending at the open door . Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk , The 6 THE MONTHLY VISITOR .
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... hour , To slumber in the carriage more secure , Nor sleep enjoy'd by curate in his desk , Nor yet the dosings of the clerk are sweet , Compar'd with the repose the SOFA yields ! The author then congratulates himself on his freedom from ...
... hour , To slumber in the carriage more secure , Nor sleep enjoy'd by curate in his desk , Nor yet the dosings of the clerk are sweet , Compar'd with the repose the SOFA yields ! The author then congratulates himself on his freedom from ...
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... hour , When from the shades his consort Orpheus led ; " Rebellious too , would'st thou usurp my power , " And burst the chain that binds the captive dead ? ” He spoke --- and speaking , launch'd the shaft of fate , And clos'd the lips ...
... hour , When from the shades his consort Orpheus led ; " Rebellious too , would'st thou usurp my power , " And burst the chain that binds the captive dead ? ” He spoke --- and speaking , launch'd the shaft of fate , And clos'd the lips ...
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... hours in this situation ; and preparations were actually making for her interment , when she suddenly started up , called for her cloaths , declaring " that she had risen from the dead , and that she had cast off all her material ...
... hours in this situation ; and preparations were actually making for her interment , when she suddenly started up , called for her cloaths , declaring " that she had risen from the dead , and that she had cast off all her material ...
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... hours every day . Once when he was travelling from Moffat , where he was then minister , to pay a visit to the late Sir James Clerk , of Pennycuick , he stopped at a country barber's ' shop on the way , in order to have his hair dressed ...
... hours every day . Once when he was travelling from Moffat , where he was then minister , to pay a visit to the late Sir James Clerk , of Pennycuick , he stopped at a country barber's ' shop on the way , in order to have his hair dressed ...
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Abenamar admiration Alexander Selkirk animals appears attention beauty breast called celebrated character charms Count of Burgundy cried Damberger daughter David Garrick dear death Earl eyes fame father favour Garrick genius give hand happy head heart heaven honour hope horses human Jemima Wilkinson kind king lady late live Liverpool London Lord LORD ROKEBY mankind manner master ment merchant mind Miss Monthly Visitor nature ne'er never night o'er occasion once Parnassian passion Patten performed persons pleasing pleasure poem poet poor present Prince Potemkin quadruped racter readers received respect Robert ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ROBERT BURNS Robinson Sallo says scene shew sleep soon soul sweet talents tears theatre thee thing Thomas Rodd thou tion Travels turn united kingdom virtue whilst Whitstable WILLIAM COWPER wish young youth
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Сторінка 110 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Сторінка 250 - Philosophy, baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Сторінка 249 - Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live. Since then, with few associates, in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene; With few associates, and not wishing more. Here much I ruminate, as much I may, With other views of men and manners now Than once, and others of a life to come...
Сторінка 280 - I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Сторінка 331 - Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewelled turban with a smile of peace, Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit...
Сторінка 210 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Сторінка 331 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Сторінка 210 - Robert and his younger brother Gilbert had been grounded a little in English, before they were put under my care. They both made a rapid progress in reading, and a tolerable progress in writing. In reading, dividing words into syllables by rule, spelling without book, parsing sentences...
Сторінка 344 - He spoke of his death without any of the ostentation of philosophy, but with firmness as well as feeling, as an event likely to happen very soon ; and which gave him concern chiefly from leaving his four children so young and unprotected, and his wife in so interesting a situation — in hourly expectation of lying in of a fifth.
Сторінка 111 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.