Spirit of the Public Journals, Volum 10Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1807 |
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Side 316 - With all their relations — green, orange, and blue. And there came the moth, with her plumage of down, And the hornet, with jacket of yellow and brown, Who with him, the wasp, his companion did bring, But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.
Side 29 - It made him whistle, it made him sing; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Side 29 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Side 200 - And bear me off unvanquifli'd from the field. If giddy fortune e'er return again, "With all her idle — reftlefs, wanton train, •—Her magic glafs fliou'd falfe ambition hold, Or...
Side 318 - Frederick came up to interrogate him ; but he happened to begin upon him by the second question, and asked him, "How long have you been in my service?" "Twenty-one years," answered the soldier. The king, struck with his youth, which plainly indicated that he had not borne a musket so long as that, said to him, much astonished, "How old are you?
Side 220 - For the night-weed and thorn overshadowed the place Where the flower of my forefathers grew. Sweet bud of the wilderness ! emblem of all That remains in this desolate heart ! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Though the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and bright, In the days of delusion by fancy...
Side 28 - Had floated that bell on the Inchcape rock ; On the waves of the storm it floated and swung, And louder and louder its warning rung. When the rock was hid by the tempest's swell, The mariners heard the warning bell ; And then they knew the perilous rock.
Side 52 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Side 229 - LET no one say that there is need Of time for love to grow ; Ah no ! the love that kills indeed Dispatches at a blow. The spark which but by slow degrees Is nursed into a flame, Is habit, friendship, what you please ; But love is not its name. For love to be completely true, It death at sight should deal, Should be the first one ever knew, In short, be that I feel.
Side 316 - But they all laughed so loud that he pulled in his head, And went in his own little chamber to bed. Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night, Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with a light. • Then home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you and for me.