The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
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Pagina 6
... whole remainder of his life . It gave him the entire use of his faculties , and all the fruit of his litera- ry education . Its effects appeared in that fine edge of moral feeling which he always preserved ; in his strict and often au ...
... whole remainder of his life . It gave him the entire use of his faculties , and all the fruit of his litera- ry education . Its effects appeared in that fine edge of moral feeling which he always preserved ; in his strict and often au ...
Pagina 7
... whole soul , with its best wishes , were with the sages who toiled , and the heroes who bled , in the cause of Independence . Nor was this all . Juvenile as he was , his pen was frequently employed in anonymous addresses , calculated by ...
... whole soul , with its best wishes , were with the sages who toiled , and the heroes who bled , in the cause of Independence . Nor was this all . Juvenile as he was , his pen was frequently employed in anonymous addresses , calculated by ...
Pagina 24
... whole of his capital , became bankrupt . But the spirit of Lebrun was not be depressed by such accidents as these , and his vengance was only that of a poet . He did not forget to sting the princely banker with such epigrams as Quand le ...
... whole of his capital , became bankrupt . But the spirit of Lebrun was not be depressed by such accidents as these , and his vengance was only that of a poet . He did not forget to sting the princely banker with such epigrams as Quand le ...
Pagina 29
... whole of it for our readers , but our limits must confine us to the three concluding strophes : Quoi ! tour à tour , dieux et victimes , Le sort fait marcher les talens Entre l'Olympe et les abîmes , Entre la satire et l'encens ...
... whole of it for our readers , but our limits must confine us to the three concluding strophes : Quoi ! tour à tour , dieux et victimes , Le sort fait marcher les talens Entre l'Olympe et les abîmes , Entre la satire et l'encens ...
Pagina 33
... whole world , were the inexhaustible topics with which he charmed the lovers of wit and malignity . They are all so good , that we would willingly extract the whole of them ; but this being im- possible , we must confine ourselves to ...
... whole world , were the inexhaustible topics with which he charmed the lovers of wit and malignity . They are all so good , that we would willingly extract the whole of them ; but this being im- possible , we must confine ourselves to ...
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Pagina 195 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Pagina 193 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
Pagina 197 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
Pagina 195 - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
Pagina 59 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
Pagina 524 - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
Pagina 194 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
Pagina 76 - No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk in his garden or elsewhere, except reverently to and from meeting. "No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep house, cut hair, or shave, on the Sabbath day.
Pagina 196 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
Pagina 416 - The engines thundered through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced. And one, the leader of the band, From Charing Cross along the Strand, Like stag by beagles hunted hard, Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.