The Monthly Visitor, and Entertaining Pocket Companion, 第 7 卷

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H.D. Symonds, 1799
 

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第 140 頁 - 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.
第 338 頁 - 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.
第 306 頁 - 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...
第 197 頁 - 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...
第 139 頁 - 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...
第 338 頁 - 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...
第 140 頁 - 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.
第 423 頁 - 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...
第 306 頁 - 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.
第 344 頁 - 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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