The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, Volume 7

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H.D. Symonds, 1799
 

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Page 140 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Page 338 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 306 - They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! Yes — they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection — yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs — covering and devouring them...
Page 197 - For though the arts which merely embellish life must claim admiration, yet, when a man of sense comes to marry, it is a companion whom he wants, and not an artist...
Page 139 - With horrible convulsion to and fro He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains...
Page 338 - Had unambitious mortals minded nought, But in loose joy their time to wear away ; Had they alone the lap of Dalliance sought, Pleas'd on her pillow their dull heads to lay, Rude nature's state had been our state to-day ; No cities e'er their towery fronts had...
Page 140 - What the unsearchable dispose Of Highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft He seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns.
Page 423 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell — unwept — without a crime ! Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe. Dropped from her nerveless grasp the shattered spear, Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked — as Kosciusko fell...
Page 306 - They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule : we, for our country, our altars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate : we serve a monarch whom we love — a God whom we adore.
Page 344 - The matter and manner of their tales and of their telling are so suited to their different educations, humours, and callings, that each of them would be improper in any other mouth.

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