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, Том 8Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1805 |
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... England 35 The Near Obferver ; or , a Bolus for Bentley 36 More of the Doctor 37 More yet 3S Dialogue between the in and ex Minister ib . An Ex - minifter pining after his Place 40 Epigram on the Caravan Political Aftronomy of England ...
... England 35 The Near Obferver ; or , a Bolus for Bentley 36 More of the Doctor 37 More yet 3S Dialogue between the in and ex Minister ib . An Ex - minifter pining after his Place 40 Epigram on the Caravan Political Aftronomy of England ...
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... England Drefs Eulogium upon the Art of a Coëffeur Phyfic verfus Mufic The Philofophic Wife Modern Sonnet Modern Novels The Squeaking Ghost The Irish Ghoft The Way to be wife The Letter - carrier Jack Ketch and the Frenchman On Operas ...
... England Drefs Eulogium upon the Art of a Coëffeur Phyfic verfus Mufic The Philofophic Wife Modern Sonnet Modern Novels The Squeaking Ghost The Irish Ghoft The Way to be wife The Letter - carrier Jack Ketch and the Frenchman On Operas ...
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... England England with arms in their hands . " We fuppofe POLITICAL CENSURE A - LA - Mode . II.
... England England with arms in their hands . " We fuppofe POLITICAL CENSURE A - LA - Mode . II.
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... England with arms in their hands . " We fuppofe they mean the volunteers ! How little do thefe drivellers know of the defence of a country ! Fifty thousand mercenary troops would be far preferable to a whole nation of volunteers . As to ...
... England with arms in their hands . " We fuppofe they mean the volunteers ! How little do thefe drivellers know of the defence of a country ! Fifty thousand mercenary troops would be far preferable to a whole nation of volunteers . As to ...
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... England . Vat you fay , Sair ? dat fon Pre- mier Excellence Monfieur Marsden , et fon autre Ex- cellence my Lor Hardwicke , vere furprife on the 23d of July paft ? Sair , dey vere not furprife at all ! dey knew vat it was dat vas coming ...
... England . Vat you fay , Sair ? dat fon Pre- mier Excellence Monfieur Marsden , et fon autre Ex- cellence my Lor Hardwicke , vere furprife on the 23d of July paft ? Sair , dey vere not furprife at all ! dey knew vat it was dat vas coming ...
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Стр. 206 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...
Стр. 2 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Стр. 207 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls, by thousands they pour ; And down from the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, — And all at once to the bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the bishop's bones ; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him ! ROBERT SOUTHEY.
Стр. 205 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all.
Стр. 90 - Our females have been used at night to walk. Sometimes, indeed, so various is our art, An actor may improve and mend his part ; "Give me a horse," bawls Richard, like a drone, We'll find a man would help himself to one.
Стр. 233 - Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— God, God, forgive us all!
Стр. 143 - What are our Poets, take them as they fall — Good, bad, rich, poor, much read, not read at all ? Them and their works in the same class you'll find ; They are the mere Waste-Paper of mankind.
Стр. 143 - Take next the miser's contrast, who destroys Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys. Will any paper match him ? Yes, throughout, He's a true sinking paper, past all doubt. The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this side always right, and that stark naught...
Стр. 89 - FROM distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come, Though not with much eclat, or beat of drum; True patriots all, for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good: No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What urged our travels was our country's weal; And none will doubt but that our emigration Has proved most useful to the British nation.
Стр. 143 - I'll bring ; Tis the great man who scorns a little thing, Whose thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims are his own, Form'd on the feelings of his heart alone ; True genuine royal paper is his breast; Of all the kinds most precious, purest, best.