The Analectic Magazine...: Comprising Original Reviews, Biography, Analytical Abstracts of New Publications, Volum 8

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Side 82 - Warwick; his father was a butcher, and I have been told heretofore by some of the neighbours that, when he was a boy, he exercised his father's trade; but when he killed a calf, he would do it in a high style and make a speech.
Side 42 - Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb? When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a...
Side 524 - While Powers of mind almost of boundless range, Complete in kind — as various in their change, While Eloquence — Wit — Poesy— and Mirth, That humbler Harmonist of care on Earth, Survive within our souls — while lives our sense Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence, Long shall we seek his likeness— long in vain, And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die — in moulding Sheridan ! NOTES MONODY ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN.
Side 268 - TRANSACTIONS of the Society instituted at London for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce, with the Premiums offered in the year 1783.
Side 42 - When he prepared the heavens, I was there; when he set a compass upon the face of the depth...
Side 246 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Side 55 - ... tis a morn of May Round old Ravenna's clear-shown towers and bay. A morn, the loveliest which the year has seen, Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its green; For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night Have left a sparkling welcome for the light, And there's a crystal clearness all about; The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look out; A balmy briskness comes upon the breeze; The smoke goes dancing from the cottage trees; And when you listen, you may hear a coil Of bubbling springs about...
Side 104 - With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Side 41 - Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?

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