Analectic Magazine: Containing Selections from Foreign Reviews and Magazines, Volumen 3James Maxwell, 1814 |
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... called Philopatris Varvi- censis tell us , " that it was not for such men as Mr. Fox and Mr. Pitt to spend their last breath in dying speeches and confessions they had weightier duties to perform . And Mr. Trotter , the confidential ...
... called Philopatris Varvi- censis tell us , " that it was not for such men as Mr. Fox and Mr. Pitt to spend their last breath in dying speeches and confessions they had weightier duties to perform . And Mr. Trotter , the confidential ...
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... called Reflections on the Revolution in France - a work which it is not within the compass of our present undertaking to examine and which now stands upon a pedestal , from which it looks down and smiles at criticism . But it is ...
... called Reflections on the Revolution in France - a work which it is not within the compass of our present undertaking to examine and which now stands upon a pedestal , from which it looks down and smiles at criticism . But it is ...
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... called , we have nothing to say , but that as charity is said to cover a multitude of sins , we presume she will best excuse her own excesses . As to the author of the Vindicia , we recommend him to that mercy which he forgot in the ...
... called , we have nothing to say , but that as charity is said to cover a multitude of sins , we presume she will best excuse her own excesses . As to the author of the Vindicia , we recommend him to that mercy which he forgot in the ...
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... called mysterious . So much for the " homilies of religious mysticism " to be found in Mr. Burke's Reflections . Mr. Burke constructed an immortal edifice to be the mansion of sound philosophy , the habitation and home of exiled truth ...
... called mysterious . So much for the " homilies of religious mysticism " to be found in Mr. Burke's Reflections . Mr. Burke constructed an immortal edifice to be the mansion of sound philosophy , the habitation and home of exiled truth ...
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... called New Smyrna , situated about seventy miles , to the southward of St. Augus- tine . Put what was their surprise when , instead of cultivated fields , they were ushered into a desolate wilderness , without the means of sup- port ...
... called New Smyrna , situated about seventy miles , to the southward of St. Augus- tine . Put what was their surprise when , instead of cultivated fields , they were ushered into a desolate wilderness , without the means of sup- port ...
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Página 246 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Página 257 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 364 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 365 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.
Página 363 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep f alleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice...
Página 484 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Página 363 - And it came to pass on the third day in the morning, that there were thunders and lightnings, and a thick cloud upon the mount and the voice of the trumpet exceeding loud ; so that all the people that were in the camp trembled.
Página 257 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of gul in her bloom, Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute , Where the tints of the earth , and the hues of the sky , In...
Página 247 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Página 403 - And something previous even to taste - 'tis sense: Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And, though no science, fairly worth the seven: A light, which in yourself you must perceive ; Jones and Le Notre have it not to give.