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... hours that gather all the woes Which are diffus'd through the revolving year , Come heavy laden with the oppressing weight To me ; with me , successively they leave The sighs , the tears , the groans , the rest- less cares , And all the ...
... hours that gather all the woes Which are diffus'd through the revolving year , Come heavy laden with the oppressing weight To me ; with me , successively they leave The sighs , the tears , the groans , the rest- less cares , And all the ...
Էջ 12
... hours on the shallow Copper- bason or Plate ; and to this one - third of the same Weight of Rocaille , with a little Calx of Copper to prevent the Iron from turning red in the Fire ; grind it to as impalpable a powder - as you can bring ...
... hours on the shallow Copper- bason or Plate ; and to this one - third of the same Weight of Rocaille , with a little Calx of Copper to prevent the Iron from turning red in the Fire ; grind it to as impalpable a powder - as you can bring ...
Էջ 13
... Hour , on a shallow Marble ; and so grind it with some of Copper - plate ; in the mean time its Water wherein it was cooled , for pound three Drams of Blood - stone in six Hours ; then add nine times its an Iron Mortar , and add to it ...
... Hour , on a shallow Marble ; and so grind it with some of Copper - plate ; in the mean time its Water wherein it was cooled , for pound three Drams of Blood - stone in six Hours ; then add nine times its an Iron Mortar , and add to it ...
Էջ 39
... hour him , for she there appeared , as in have we passed in fruitless conjecture truth she was , lovely and innocent I upon the fate of Julia , and when we could not myself behold it without had exhausted hope , and admitted the ...
... hour him , for she there appeared , as in have we passed in fruitless conjecture truth she was , lovely and innocent I upon the fate of Julia , and when we could not myself behold it without had exhausted hope , and admitted the ...
Էջ 43
... hour of mortal dissolution , he calls Let me not dwell any longer on for mercy on his God , Oh ! may this painful yet happy scene : let me her shrieks for vengeance deafen hasten to a conclusion of my melan- the judgment seat of heaven ...
... hour of mortal dissolution , he calls Let me not dwell any longer on for mercy on his God , Oh ! may this painful yet happy scene : let me her shrieks for vengeance deafen hasten to a conclusion of my melan- the judgment seat of heaven ...
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Էջ 517 - d, then she picks her way, Slowly and cautious, in the clinging clay ; Till, in mid-green, she trusts a place unsound, And deeply plunges in th' adhesive ground ; Thence, but with pain, her slender foot she takes, While hope the mind, as strength the frame, forsakes : For, when so full the cup of sorrow grows, Add but a drop, it instantly o'erflows.
Էջ 429 - ... would suppose him animated by the spirit of the creature he describes. And with all his drollery there is a mixture of rational and even religious reflection, at times, and always an air of pleasantry, good-nature, and humanity, that makes him, in my mind, one of the most amiable writers in the world.
Էջ 375 - My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
Էջ 429 - I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibullus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him. I love him too with a love of partiality, because he was usher of the fifth form at Westminster, when I passed through it.
Էջ 517 - Correct in thought, she judged a servant's place Preserved a rustic beauty from disgrace; But yet on Sunday-eve, in freedom's hour, With secret joy she felt that beauty's power, When some proud bliss upon the heart would steal, That, poor or rich, a beauty still must feel.
Էջ 429 - ... rational and even religious reflection at times ; and always an air of pleasantry, good-nature, and humanity, that makes him, in my mind, one of the most amiable writers in the world. It is not common to meet with an author who can make you smile, and yet at nobody's expense ; who is always entertaining, and yet always harmless ; and who, though always elegant, and classical to a degree not always found in the classics themselves, charms more by the simplicity and playfulness of his ideas, than...
Էջ 332 - I gave them, that I would never stir against you. But my misfortune was such as to meet with some horrid people, that made me believe things of your majesty, and gave me so many false arguments, that I was fully led away to believe, that it was a shame and a sin before God not to do it.
Էջ 517 - And tears unnoticed from their channels flow; Serene her manner, till some sudden pain Frets the meek soul, and then she's calm again; Her broken pitcher to the pool she takes, And every step with cautious terror makes; For not alone that infant in her arms, But nearer cause, her anxious soul alarms. With water burthen'd, then she picks her way, Slowly and cautious, in the clinging clay; Till, in mid-green, she trusts a place unsound, And deeply plunges in th...
Էջ 346 - A Descriptive Catalogue of the Oriental Library of the Late Tippoo Sultan of Mysore.
Էջ 517 - Lo! now with red rent cloak and bonnet black, And torn green gown loose hanging at her back, One who an infant in her arms sustains, And seems in patience striving with her pains...