The New Monthly Magazine and Literary JournalHenry Colburn and Company, 1821 |
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... death and disease ; his sole business in life to meditate , noon , night , and morning , on those strains that were to render him the favourite of kings and the idol of the people , and to hoard them in a mind undistracted by other ...
... death and disease ; his sole business in life to meditate , noon , night , and morning , on those strains that were to render him the favourite of kings and the idol of the people , and to hoard them in a mind undistracted by other ...
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... death- Scorn'd - and polluted by the foreign foe , A sister - nation in the dust lies low . Oh , once the parent of the Great and Good , Thy feeble Age has bred the coward - slave ! Dash from thy outrag'd breast the servile brood Whose ...
... death- Scorn'd - and polluted by the foreign foe , A sister - nation in the dust lies low . Oh , once the parent of the Great and Good , Thy feeble Age has bred the coward - slave ! Dash from thy outrag'd breast the servile brood Whose ...
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... death - bed repentance , and of atoning for iniquities by a chari- table donation . With regard to sermons , indeed , it is not , per- haps , strictly correct to introduce them on the present occasion , as Sterne will have it that they ...
... death - bed repentance , and of atoning for iniquities by a chari- table donation . With regard to sermons , indeed , it is not , per- haps , strictly correct to introduce them on the present occasion , as Sterne will have it that they ...
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... death , Like a vile dog hung up to be , And stifled in the breath . My father was a gentleman , Of fame and honour high , Oh mother , wou'd you ne'er had borne The son so doom'd to die ! The laird of Grant , with pow'r aboon The royal ...
... death , Like a vile dog hung up to be , And stifled in the breath . My father was a gentleman , Of fame and honour high , Oh mother , wou'd you ne'er had borne The son so doom'd to die ! The laird of Grant , with pow'r aboon The royal ...
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... death did not prevent , Aveng'd I well could be . But vengeance I did never wreak , When power was in my hand , And you , dear friends , no vengeance seek , It is my last command . Forgive the man whose rage betray'd Macpherson's ...
... death did not prevent , Aveng'd I well could be . But vengeance I did never wreak , When power was in my hand , And you , dear friends , no vengeance seek , It is my last command . Forgive the man whose rage betray'd Macpherson's ...
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Seite 60 - Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Seite 211 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 305 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...
Seite 265 - The affliction nor the fear. Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice ; hide thee, thou bloody hand, Thou perjur'd, and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous ; caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practis'd on man's life ; close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
Seite 129 - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning.
Seite 174 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 265 - Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! — Would sully the bright spot or leave it bare, When he might build him a proud temple there A name, that long shall hallow all its space, And be each purer soul's high...
Seite 58 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved...
Seite 177 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Seite 128 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass; Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...