The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
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... piece of sculpture . The first draught of an essay , however mas- terly the hand which executes it , is always , in some of its qualities , imperfect . That writer who does not carefully review the la- bours of his pen , will never rise ...
... piece of sculpture . The first draught of an essay , however mas- terly the hand which executes it , is always , in some of its qualities , imperfect . That writer who does not carefully review the la- bours of his pen , will never rise ...
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... piece of criticism , we are indebted for some hun- dred epigrams and a few epistles , to which the author has mo- destly declined giving the title of satires . If the bickerings of men of letters , always produced results such as these ...
... piece of criticism , we are indebted for some hun- dred epigrams and a few epistles , to which the author has mo- destly declined giving the title of satires . If the bickerings of men of letters , always produced results such as these ...
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... piece , of which our tears so often spoke the eulogium ? " J'ai vu mes tristes journées Décliner vers leur penchant ; Au midi de mes années Je touchais à mon couchant . La mort , déployant ses ailes , Couvrait d'ombres éternelles La ...
... piece , of which our tears so often spoke the eulogium ? " J'ai vu mes tristes journées Décliner vers leur penchant ; Au midi de mes années Je touchais à mon couchant . La mort , déployant ses ailes , Couvrait d'ombres éternelles La ...
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... piece of justice to say that he did not re- nounce his privilege of ridiculing it.- Tous ces beaux esprits qu'on assemble Ont trop peu d'esprit , ce me semble . Momus , qui jamais ne se tut , Dit , avec franche bonhomie : On bâillait à ...
... piece of justice to say that he did not re- nounce his privilege of ridiculing it.- Tous ces beaux esprits qu'on assemble Ont trop peu d'esprit , ce me semble . Momus , qui jamais ne se tut , Dit , avec franche bonhomie : On bâillait à ...
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... piece of discretion in the editor , is praiseworthy ; as is also , his suppression of epigrams having reference to revolutionary scenes , We are almost tempted to regret this decision , when we read the following ; Fraternité ou la mort ...
... piece of discretion in the editor , is praiseworthy ; as is also , his suppression of epigrams having reference to revolutionary scenes , We are almost tempted to regret this decision , when we read the following ; Fraternité ou la mort ...
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195 ページ - 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.
193 ページ - 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«.
197 ページ - 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...
195 ページ - 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.
59 ページ - 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.
524 ページ - 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?
194 ページ - 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«.
76 ページ - 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.
196 ページ - 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.
416 ページ - 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.