Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure, Svazek 90Pub. for J. Hinton., 1792 |
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... says , that olives gathered by the naked hand , are preferable to thofe gathered with gloves . Athe- næus fpeaks of a celebrated glutton , who always came to table with gloves on his hands , that he might be able to handle and eat the ...
... says , that olives gathered by the naked hand , are preferable to thofe gathered with gloves . Athe- næus fpeaks of a celebrated glutton , who always came to table with gloves on his hands , that he might be able to handle and eat the ...
Strana 64
... say , has filled me with the greateft aftonifh- ment . I had a right to depend on the fentiments of the emperor , and on his de- fire of preferving with France the good understanding and all the connexions that ought to fubfift between ...
... say , has filled me with the greateft aftonifh- ment . I had a right to depend on the fentiments of the emperor , and on his de- fire of preferving with France the good understanding and all the connexions that ought to fubfift between ...
Strana 89
... calmly waits for the fleep of death , and rifing from the grave , may say -Behold thou gaveft me a talent- and here are five talents .. M METEO METEOROLOGICAL JOURNAL , January 1792 . D. H. Baro . FOR FEBRUARY , 1792 . 89.
... calmly waits for the fleep of death , and rifing from the grave , may say -Behold thou gaveft me a talent- and here are five talents .. M METEO METEOROLOGICAL JOURNAL , January 1792 . D. H. Baro . FOR FEBRUARY , 1792 . 89.
Strana 168
... Say , mournest thou the woes of these thy feeble days , or the errors and neglects of thy youth ? ' Young man , ' answered the dervise , thou art inexperienced , and unwife , or that queftion had not iffued from thy lips . What is man ...
... Say , mournest thou the woes of these thy feeble days , or the errors and neglects of thy youth ? ' Young man , ' answered the dervise , thou art inexperienced , and unwife , or that queftion had not iffued from thy lips . What is man ...
Strana 171
know not what of ancestral reverence ) permit me to say , in the language of the poet , Let ancient manners other men delight , But me the moderns please , as more polite . ' To these curious establishments , I fhall only add the ...
know not what of ancestral reverence ) permit me to say , in the language of the poet , Let ancient manners other men delight , But me the moderns please , as more polite . ' To these curious establishments , I fhall only add the ...
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Strana 347 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Strana 437 - EXCEPT the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it : except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
Strana 348 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Strana 430 - Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Strana 36 - O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 35 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners ; so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Strana 428 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Strana 173 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 349 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Strana 172 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...