The Life of the Rt. Hon. Canning

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Harper & Brothers, 1846 - 363 sider

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Side 135 - NEEDY knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast; — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches! 'Weary knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike -road, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O!
Side 341 - In matters of commerce, the fault of the Dutch Is giving too little and asking too much ; With equal advantage the French are content, So we'll clap on Dutch bottoms a twenty per cent.
Side 260 - You well know, gentlemen, how soon one of those stupendous masses, now reposing on their shadows in perfect stillness — how soon, upon any call of patriotism, or of necessity, it would assume the likeness of an animated thing, instinct with life and motion ; how soon it would ruffle, as it were, its swelling plumage ; how quickly it would put forth all its beauty and its bravery, collect its, scattered elements of strength, and awaken its dormant thunder.
Side 98 - Rouse all the marquis within me! exclaims the earl, and the peerage never turned forth a more undaunted champion in its cause than I shall prove. Stain my green riband blue, cries out the illustrious knight, and the fountain of honour will have a fast and faithful servant!
Side 136 - KNIFE-GRINDER Story ? God bless you ! I have none to tell, sir : Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody ; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink your honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir.
Side 55 - The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.
Side 175 - And Oh ! if again the rude whirlwind should rise, The dawning of Peace should fresh darkness deform, The regrets of the good, and the fears of the wise, Shall turn to the Pilot that weather'd the storm ! LINES, FROM THE SPANISH OF LUPERCIO.
Side 338 - Was there no other mode of resistance, than by a direct attack upon France— or by a war to be undertaken on the soil of Spain? What, if the possession of Spain might be rendered harmless in rival hands— harmless as regarded us— and valueless to the possessors? Might not compensation for disparagement be obtained, and the policy of our ancestors vindicated, by means better adapted to the present time? If France occupied Spain, was...
Side 134 - A human being in the lowest state of penury and distress is a treasure to a reasoner of this cast. He contemplates, he examines, he turns him in every possible light, with a view of extracting from the variety of his wretchedness new topics of invective against the pride of property. He indeed (if he is a true Jacobin) refrains from relieving the object of his compassionate contemplation...
Side 177 - ... neighbourhood having sent a message to inquire after Mr. Pitt's state, he found the wicket open, then the door of the house, and, nobody answering the bell, he walked through the rooms till he reached the bed on which the minister's body lay lifeless, the sole tenant of the mansion of which the doors a few hours before were darkened by crowds of suitors alike obsequious and importunate, the vultures whose instinct haunts the carcases only of living ministers.

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