Literary Amusements: In Verse and ProseJ. Dodsley, 1787 - 76 páginas |
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... Shall I pafs by the man , who can wholly forget Every Thought of his own in the national debt : Who with heart disengaged , and an undisturbed head , Sees his wife without fhoes , and his brats without bread ; " I told you , my Dear ...
... Shall I pafs by the man , who can wholly forget Every Thought of his own in the national debt : Who with heart disengaged , and an undisturbed head , Sees his wife without fhoes , and his brats without bread ; " I told you , my Dear ...
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... shall endea- vour to forward and encourage the Practice : to this end , I fhall throw together fome ge- neral Rules , deduced from the nature of Polemic eloquence , and confirmed by the fuccefs of the greatest Masters in this Art . The ...
... shall endea- vour to forward and encourage the Practice : to this end , I fhall throw together fome ge- neral Rules , deduced from the nature of Polemic eloquence , and confirmed by the fuccefs of the greatest Masters in this Art . The ...
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... , and truth . Yet thefe fhall to thy latest hour , Thefe only fhall , fecure thy blifs : When the pale lip hath loft its power , These shall give nectar to the kiss . 1 1 MISS Miss A. to MIss D. HOW I pity the Vulgar [ 56 ] 1 ...
... , and truth . Yet thefe fhall to thy latest hour , Thefe only fhall , fecure thy blifs : When the pale lip hath loft its power , These shall give nectar to the kiss . 1 1 MISS Miss A. to MIss D. HOW I pity the Vulgar [ 56 ] 1 ...
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... shall never have done , Should I fuffer my Mufe at her pleasure to run- -Mais , belas , ma chere D , I've a thing to dif- clofe : Though I dote on this language , can speak it , compofe , Yet I never could get the right twang through ...
... shall never have done , Should I fuffer my Mufe at her pleasure to run- -Mais , belas , ma chere D , I've a thing to dif- clofe : Though I dote on this language , can speak it , compofe , Yet I never could get the right twang through ...
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... shall be any thing you please , after having made it a feu de joye - Yet , that Poverty fhould be a crime , to stand in need of expiation , is new in morals : it may be the choice of inno- cence , or the refult of integrity ; in either ...
... shall be any thing you please , after having made it a feu de joye - Yet , that Poverty fhould be a crime , to stand in need of expiation , is new in morals : it may be the choice of inno- cence , or the refult of integrity ; in either ...
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abfolute Adieu againſt almoſt anſwer auffi becauſe beſt bien breaft c'eft called cauſe CHER confequence confiderable Connal courfe CRIMORA Dargo daughter Daura deferves defire Dermid diſtinguiſh Engliſh eſtabliſhed étui expreffion faid fair fait fame faut Fear-comhraic fenfe feven fhall fhield fhould filks Fingal firſt flain Florus fnow fome foon foul fpeak friends ftones ftorm ftream fubject fucceeded fuch fure fword good-breeding Goths greateſt happineſs heath hill himſelf Hippomenes homme Houſe King laft Lamderg language laſt learning leaſt LETTER DEAR BOY maid Maittaire Manners moft MORNA moſt muft Muirnin muſt myſelf neceffary obferve Ofcian Ofcur paffion Perfia perfon pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent profe qu'il raiſe reft rife rock Romans Ronnan Seventeen Provinces ſhall ſhe Shilric Spain ſpeak ſtyle thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tomb tout uſe verfes voice wind yourſelf
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Página 16 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Página 53 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Página 51 - ALONE, on the sea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do? All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon.
Página v - Epifodes of a greater Work which related to the Wars of Fingal, Concerning this Hero innumerable Traditions remain, to this Day, in the Highlands of Scotland. The...
Página 55 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar.
Página 21 - Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth.
Página 8 - This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle...
Página vii - It is believed, that, by a careful inquiry, many more remains of ancient genius, no lefs valuable than thofe now given to the world, might .be found in the fame country where thefe have been collected.
Página 47 - Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?
Página 24 - Oscian, prince of men! what tears run down the cheeks of age? what shades thy mighty soul? Memory, son of Alpin, memory wounds the aged. Of former times are my thoughts; my thoughts are of the noble Fingal.