The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, Volum 12H.D. Symonds, 1801 |
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Side 33
... ! Alon . Fly - with an infant at your breast ? Cora . Why not ? -Do you suppose a mother , when she flies from danger , can feel an infant's weight ? 1 CONSTANCY . ( Count of Burgundy , Act III . THE MONTHLY VISITOR . 33.
... ! Alon . Fly - with an infant at your breast ? Cora . Why not ? -Do you suppose a mother , when she flies from danger , can feel an infant's weight ? 1 CONSTANCY . ( Count of Burgundy , Act III . THE MONTHLY VISITOR . 33.
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... breast . To carry our friend to his grave , or other- wise to dispose of him , is what we must do , or else he would soon be disgustful : to leave him without a memorial is what we may do , but it would be dis- graceful - it is , in ...
... breast . To carry our friend to his grave , or other- wise to dispose of him , is what we must do , or else he would soon be disgustful : to leave him without a memorial is what we may do , but it would be dis- graceful - it is , in ...
Side 66
... breast of his mother ne'er drew ; Bare - headed he travels , and , like the grey - friars , Marches barefoot along , without fear of the briars . In the nursery often no doubt you have heard The wonderful tale of the cruel Blue Beard ...
... breast of his mother ne'er drew ; Bare - headed he travels , and , like the grey - friars , Marches barefoot along , without fear of the briars . In the nursery often no doubt you have heard The wonderful tale of the cruel Blue Beard ...
Side 79
... breast , No more submission makes those tortures blest , No more within thy walls devotion dwells , No more the anthem's solemn cadence swells , No more , with transport beaming in his eye , While yet on earth , the inmate of the sky ...
... breast , No more submission makes those tortures blest , No more within thy walls devotion dwells , No more the anthem's solemn cadence swells , No more , with transport beaming in his eye , While yet on earth , the inmate of the sky ...
Side 80
... breast forgot , How pray'r would sooth , how praise sublime their lot ; A death - like stillness holds its solemn reign , Nor aught presumes its empire to arraign , Save when the melancholy birds of night , With shrill response to deeds ...
... breast forgot , How pray'r would sooth , how praise sublime their lot ; A death - like stillness holds its solemn reign , Nor aught presumes its empire to arraign , Save when the melancholy birds of night , With shrill response to deeds ...
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Abenamar admiration Alexander Selkirk animals appears attention beauty breast called celebrated character charms Count of Burgundy cried Damberger daughter David Garrick dear death Earl eyes fame father favour Garrick genius give hand happy head heart heaven honour hope horses human Jemima Wilkinson kind king lady late live Liverpool London Lord LORD ROKEBY mankind manner master ment merchant mind Miss Monthly Visitor nature ne'er never night o'er occasion once Parnassian passion Patten performed persons pleasing pleasure poem poet poor present Prince Potemkin quadruped racter readers received respect Robert ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ROBERT BURNS Robinson Sallo says scene shew sleep soon soul sweet talents tears theatre thee thing Thomas Rodd thou tion Travels turn united kingdom virtue whilst Whitstable WILLIAM COWPER wish young youth
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Side 110 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 250 - Philosophy, baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Side 249 - Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live. Since then, with few associates, in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene; With few associates, and not wishing more. Here much I ruminate, as much I may, With other views of men and manners now Than once, and others of a life to come...
Side 280 - I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Side 331 - Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewelled turban with a smile of peace, Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit...
Side 210 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 331 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Side 210 - Robert and his younger brother Gilbert had been grounded a little in English, before they were put under my care. They both made a rapid progress in reading, and a tolerable progress in writing. In reading, dividing words into syllables by rule, spelling without book, parsing sentences...
Side 344 - He spoke of his death without any of the ostentation of philosophy, but with firmness as well as feeling, as an event likely to happen very soon ; and which gave him concern chiefly from leaving his four children so young and unprotected, and his wife in so interesting a situation — in hourly expectation of lying in of a fifth.
Side 111 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.