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Seite 277 - The only fault I have to find with him is that he inscribes his volumes with a solemnity rather disproportioned to the rank of their contents — ' Parthian History, by Callimorphus, Surgeon of the 6th Pikemen, volume so-and-so.
Seite 154 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Seite 155 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair! 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare; And, sooth to say, her pupils ranged around, Through pious awe, did term it passing rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wight on ground. Albeit ne flattery did corrupt her truth, Ne pompous title did debauch her ear; Goody, good woman, gossip...
Seite 171 - ... arms, placed her on one of the horses, mounted the other himself, and made the utmost speed towards the nation and friends of the captive. The multitude, dumb and nerveless with amazement at the daring deed, made no effort to rescue their victim from her deliverer. They viewed it as the immediate act of the Great Spirit, submitted to it without a murmur, and quietly retired to their village. The released captive was accompanied three days through the wilderness, towards her home.
Seite 303 - Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Seite 55 - ... in the arts; it is worth considering by what principles that stupendous greatness of style is produced; and endeavouring to produce something of your own on those principles will be a more advantageous method of study than copying the St. Cecilia in the Borghese, or the Herodias of Guido, which may be copied to eternity without contributing one jot towards making a man a more able painter.
Seite 7 - Queen of it himself, and wrote her a letter evincing the mild gaiety of his disposition, as well as the courage of his soul, in which he said,. " What consoles me is, the reflection that I am burning for you.
Seite 231 - To prouder poets' lofty tales. Circling the Old Oak Table round, Whose moral worth thy measure owns, Heroes and heroines yet are found Like Abner and the Widow Jones. There Gilbert Meldrum's sterner tones In virtue's cause are bold and free, And ev'n the patient sufferer's moans In pain and sorrow plead for thee.
Seite 266 - Who does most for the sex? — Let it fairly be try'd, And they that look round 'em will presently see, They're much less beholden to you than to me; I grant it, indeed, mighty favours you boast, But how scanty your favours, how scarce is a toast? A shape, a complexion, you confer now and then, But to one that you give, you refuse it to ten...
Seite 171 - The savage practice of torturing and burning to death their prisoners, existed in this nation. An unfortunate female, taken in war, of the Paduca nation, was destined to this horrible death. The fatal hour had arrived. The trembling victim, far from her home and her friends, was fastened to the stake. The whole tribe was assembled on the surrounding plain to witness the awful scene. Just when the funeral pile was...