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, Volume 1
Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott
James Ridgway, 1799 - English literature
Being an impartial selection of the most exquisite essays and jeux d'esprits, principally prose, that appear in the newspapers and other publications.
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Page 161 - Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No ! Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain, — These constitute a State...
Page 261 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Page iv - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Page 106 - Igni corusco nubila dividens Plerumque, per purum tonantes Egit equos volucremque currum, Quo bruta tellus et vaga flumina, Quo Styx et invisi horrida Taenari 10 Sedes Atlanteusque finis Concutitur.
Page 121 - How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee ! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded...
Page 231 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will...
Page 123 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall...
Page 234 - And Abraham arose and met him, and said unto him, Turn in, I pray thee, and wash thy feet, and tarry all night, and thou shalt arise early on the morrow, and go on thy way.
Page 370 - I, you are providing pain for yourself, instead of pleasure; you give too much for your whistle.
Page 322 - Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said, "Offensive to love and to me! For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.