The London Magazine, Or, Gentleman's Monthly Intelligencer, Volum 27

R. Baldwin, 1758

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Side 81 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
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Side 80 - I'll pass the night ; And ne'er by watchful homage own I court her smile, or fear her frown. But from our stations we derive Unerring precepts how to live, And certain deeds each rank calls forth, By which is measured human worth.
Side 291 - ... enable him to defray any extraordinary expences of the war, incurred, or to be incurred, for the fervice of the year...
Side 81 - I'm weary of conjectures :—this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.] Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.
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