The Analectic Magazine...: Comprising Original Reviews, Biography, Analytical Abstracts of New Publications, Band 3Published and sold by Moses Thomas, 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 . But 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 . But 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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Seite 356 - What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
Seite 353 - I saw her in my dream, adorn'd With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow To make her amiable : on she came , Led by her Heav'nly Maker , though unseen , And guided by his voice; nor uninform'd Of nuptial sanctity , and marriage rites : Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Seite 357 - 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.
Seite 245 - 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.
Seite 355 - 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...
Seite 253 - 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...
Seite 474 - 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.
Seite 83 - O ! sacred to the fall of day Queen of propitious stars, appear, And early rise, and long delay, When Caroline herself is here ! Shine on her chosen green resort Whose trees the sunward summit crown, And wanton flowers, that well may court An angel's feet to tread them down...
Seite 244 - 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!
Seite 116 - Few minutes had passed, ere they spied on the stream A skiff sailing light, where a lady did seem ; Her sail was the web of the gossamer's loom, The glow-worm her wakelight, the rainbow her boom ; A dim rayless beam was her prow and her mast, Like wold-fire, at midnight, that glares on the waste.