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 14
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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The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of ..., Volume 2
Charles Molloy Westmacott
Visualização completa - 1825
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Página 237 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound: Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Página 237 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 165 - O spare my Blushes; but I mean a Husband. King. If that be all, I have provided one, A Husband great in Arms, whose warlike Sword Streams with the yellow Blood of slaughter'd Giants. Whose Name in Terra Incognita is known, Whose Valour, Wisdom, Virtue make a Noise, Great as the Kettle-Drums of twenty Armies. Hunc.
Página 324 - How-d'-ye-do has fail'd to move. Good-bye reveals the passion! " How oft, when Cupid's fires decline, As every heart remembers, One sigh of mine, and only mine, Revives the dying embers!
Página 65 - Wailing the rigour of his lady fair ; Or if, the drudge of housemaid's daily toil, Cobwebs and dust thy pinions white besoil, Departed Goose ! I neither know nor care. But this I know, that we pronounced thee fine, Season'd with sage and onions, and port wine.
Página 307 - Now fruitful autumn lifts his sunburnt head, The slighted Park few cambric muslins whiten, The dry machines revisit Ocean's bed, And Horace quits awhile the town for Brighton. The cit foregoes his box at Turnham Green, To pick up health and shells with Amphitrite, Pleasure's frail daughters trip along the Steyne, Led by the dame the Greeks call Aphrodite.
Página 239 - Xanthus' streams enrich the Lycian plain; Our num'rous herds that range the fruitful field, And hills where vines their purple harvest yield; Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd...
Página 248 - King very well for keeping up that charity — then I see one small regiment of children go to dinner — one small boy hp say thanks to God for eat, for drink^ for clothes — other little boys they all answer Amen, then I cry a little — my heart too much pleased. — This all very good for two things — one thing God very much please — two things, Soldiers fight much better because see their good King take care of old wounded fathers and little children. — Then I go to Greenwich — that...
Página 248 - King best man in world - he love his . People very good much.- He speak very kind to me, I love him very much.- Queen very best woman I ever saw. - Prince of Wales such a fine elegant beautiful man - I not understand English enough proper to praise him - he...
Página 307 - Here with choice food earth smiles and ocean yawns, Intent alike to please the London glutton, This, for our breakfast proffers shrimps and prawns, That, for our dinner, South-down lamb and mutton. Yet here, as elsewhere, death impartial reigns, Visits alike the cot and the Pavilion, And for a bribe, with equal scorn disdains My half a crown, and Baring's half a million.