The Universal Magazine, Band 20

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Pub. for J. Hinton., 1757
 

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Seite 204 - Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn: Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Seite 125 - Douglas ! Douglas ! if departed ghosts Are e'er permitted to review this world, Within the circle of that wood thou art, And, with the passion of immortals, hear'st My lamentation ; hear'st thy wretched wife Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost.
Seite 109 - If the general distraction and confusion which is spread over the whole kingdom doth not awaken all men to a desire and longing that those wounds which have...
Seite 17 - I will meditate the reason of thy request; and may he who illuminates the mind of the humble, enable me to determine with wisdom.
Seite 204 - Ignorance, or the want of knowledge and literature, the appointed lot of all born to poverty, and the drudgeries of life, is the only opiate capable of infusing that insensibility which can enable them to endure the miseries of the one, and the fatigues of the other. It is a cordial administered by the gracious hand of providence ; of which they ought never to be deprived by an ill-judged and improper education.
Seite 181 - Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
Seite 27 - If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone?
Seite 128 - Who with a father's fondness loved the boy, Have trusted him, now in the dawn of youth, With his own secret : but my anxious wife, Foreboding evil, never would consent. Meanwhile the stripling grew in years and beauty ; And, as we oft observed, he bore himself, Not as the offspring of our cottage blood ; For nature will break out : mild with the mild, But with the froward he was fierce as fire, And night and day he talk'd of war and arms.
Seite 68 - ... piece is at an end. One scene of full joy and contentment and security is the utmost that any composition of this kind can bear; and it is sure always to be the concluding one. If, in the texture of the piece, there be interwoven any...
Seite 3 - In quest of sites, avoid the mournful plain Where osiers thrive, and trees that love the lake i Where many lazy muddy rivers flow : Nor for the wealth that all the Indies roll Fix near the marshy margin of the main.

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