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, Volumen 16Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1813 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 46
Página 2
... look'd , but , to lessen the joy , It somehow was not like - My Lord . The babe grew in beauty , the christening came , And to it flock'd friends by the dozen : When the likeness , O yes , ev'ry gossip could name , ' Twas so like Her ...
... look'd , but , to lessen the joy , It somehow was not like - My Lord . The babe grew in beauty , the christening came , And to it flock'd friends by the dozen : When the likeness , O yes , ev'ry gossip could name , ' Twas so like Her ...
Página 13
... Looks like a drunken sailor in the bilboes , The winner - saint , dress'd in his frock and cowl , Hugs in his arms the woman's lucky soul ; While she lies , all along , as stiff as stone , With a brown , dirty , greasy nightcap on ...
... Looks like a drunken sailor in the bilboes , The winner - saint , dress'd in his frock and cowl , Hugs in his arms the woman's lucky soul ; While she lies , all along , as stiff as stone , With a brown , dirty , greasy nightcap on ...
Página 14
... look big , And all the rest may titter- Town , indeed , you've made your Figa But I have made a Litter ! " " TO A MISER . [ From the Morning Chronicle , Sept. 6. ] " MEN say you are wealthy , but falsely , I'm sure , And thus I can ...
... look big , And all the rest may titter- Town , indeed , you've made your Figa But I have made a Litter ! " " TO A MISER . [ From the Morning Chronicle , Sept. 6. ] " MEN say you are wealthy , but falsely , I'm sure , And thus I can ...
Página 17
... look shall soothe thy honour'd shade ; The wise , the good , shall all lament thy doom , And crowd , like pilgrims , to thy long - mourn'd tomb . THE MONSTER . [ From the British Press , Sept. 12. } THE crowd was gather'd upon the green ...
... look shall soothe thy honour'd shade ; The wise , the good , shall all lament thy doom , And crowd , like pilgrims , to thy long - mourn'd tomb . THE MONSTER . [ From the British Press , Sept. 12. } THE crowd was gather'd upon the green ...
Página 20
... looks more like assault and battery , since it may easily be proved , that the most of those who are guilty of this misdemeanor , have really no intention . of making any entry at all ; for when the doors are opened to them , they ...
... looks more like assault and battery , since it may easily be proved , that the most of those who are guilty of this misdemeanor , have really no intention . of making any entry at all ; for when the doors are opened to them , they ...
Índice
1 | |
9 | |
15 | |
21 | |
25 | |
34 | |
40 | |
48 | |
178 | |
184 | |
190 | |
193 | |
197 | |
203 | |
210 | |
217 | |
55 | |
56 | |
62 | |
70 | |
78 | |
85 | |
87 | |
91 | |
97 | |
103 | |
104 | |
110 | |
116 | |
123 | |
130 | |
136 | |
142 | |
148 | |
153 | |
163 | |
172 | |
223 | |
229 | |
235 | |
238 | |
246 | |
252 | |
260 | |
267 | |
272 | |
278 | |
289 | |
295 | |
306 | |
317 | |
323 | |
329 | |
336 | |
349 | |
355 | |
362 | |
368 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
The Spirit of the Public Journals, Volumen 12 Stephen Jones,Charles Molloy Westmacott Vista completa - 1809 |
Términos y frases comunes
appear Bill blue riband BONEY breeches British Press Bull Buonaparte called cried dæmons dear Doctor Don Philip Dublin Duke e'en EDITOR EPIGRAM eyes fame fashion fortune friends gentlemen give glory grace Guinea hand head hear heart honest honour hope humble Ireland Irish John Bull King KING OF NAPLES King of Rome Lady late leave length Liberty look Lord Lord Castlereagh Lord Wellington MAIGRE Manager Master means mind Miss Rag Morning Chronicle Morning Herald Morning Post ne'er never night nose o'er Paddy paper patriot person plac'd poet Pole political poor Prince RADZIVIL Rose Royal Sept shillings ship soon soul speeches spirit Street sublime sure taste tell Theatre thing thou thought Threadneedle Street told took trade Treasury UNIVE watchmen WAYISMS wish young
Pasajes populares
Página 301 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled...
Página 328 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Página 173 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home : He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box6, which ever and anon He gave his nose, and took't away again ; Who, therewith angry, when it next came there...
Página 221 - Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood ! EPIGRAM.
Página 133 - Those villains, the Weavers, are all grown refractory, Asking some succour for Charity's sake So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory, That will at once put an end to mistake.
Página 133 - Twill save all the Government's money and meat: Men are more easily made than machinery Stockings fetch better prices than lives Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery, Showing how Commerce, how Liberty thrives!
Página 185 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud, Without our special wonder...
Página 244 - Awoke ev'ry voice of the lake and the vale, With the harp and the lute, and the lyre; When Justice uplifted her adamant shield, And Valour and Freedom illumin'd the field, With a sword and a plumage of fire ! Gone are the days when our warriors brave Bounded the surge of the ocean wave, When the Chief of tb* hills held his banner of green, And the Shamrock and Harp on that banner were seen.
Página 328 - The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Página 68 - OFT had Britannia sought, midst dire alarms, Divine protection for her sons in arms : Generous and brave, tho' not from vices free, Britons from heaven receiv'da mix'd decree ; To crown their merits, but to check their pride, God gave them Victory, but NELSON died.