The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures on Their Epitome, the Stage ..., Volume 2proprietors, 1807 |
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... praise to the pious sons of the church ; for even the clergy are not always animated with that zeal , which the importance of the cause in which they are engaged demands : the stated routine of church service is all which is thought ...
... praise to the pious sons of the church ; for even the clergy are not always animated with that zeal , which the importance of the cause in which they are engaged demands : the stated routine of church service is all which is thought ...
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... praises of the most odoriferous of its vegetable productions , leeks and onions ; but overlooked as they are by writers of the present age , I feel the honest pride of a true Cambrian , in stating that writers of ancient times have held ...
... praises of the most odoriferous of its vegetable productions , leeks and onions ; but overlooked as they are by writers of the present age , I feel the honest pride of a true Cambrian , in stating that writers of ancient times have held ...
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... praise to the industry , perse- verance , and clear - sighted policy of my honourable friend , on questions relative to India , which they so much deserve . In my opinion there is no one subject of his majesty , or in all his dominions ...
... praise to the industry , perse- verance , and clear - sighted policy of my honourable friend , on questions relative to India , which they so much deserve . In my opinion there is no one subject of his majesty , or in all his dominions ...
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... praises their mode of cooking . We have a saying , that Heaven sends victuals , but the devil sends cooks - how it is here we leave others to determine . " The dog , " says he , as an article of food , is , I believe , always roasted ...
... praises their mode of cooking . We have a saying , that Heaven sends victuals , but the devil sends cooks - how it is here we leave others to determine . " The dog , " says he , as an article of food , is , I believe , always roasted ...
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... praise the ancients for not having love plots . This praise , however , is per- haps ill - founded . Why not treat such subjects as CINNA ? We might add ARIANE , ALZIRE , ZAIRE , RHADAMISTE , and ZENOBIE ; MARIAMNE , ALL FOR LOVE ...
... praise the ancients for not having love plots . This praise , however , is per- haps ill - founded . Why not treat such subjects as CINNA ? We might add ARIANE , ALZIRE , ZAIRE , RHADAMISTE , and ZENOBIE ; MARIAMNE , ALL FOR LOVE ...
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Page 52 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 86 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 85 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly...
Page 86 - That undisturbed song of pure concent, Aye sung before the sapphire-coloured throne To Him that sits thereon, With saintly shout, and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow, And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Page 276 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 354 - We retrench the superfluities of mankind. The world is avaritious, and I hate avarice. A covetous fellow, like a jack-daw, steals what he was never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it. These are the robbers of mankind, for money was made for the free-hearted and generous, and where is the injury of taking from another, what he hath not the heart to make use of?
Page 86 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Page 116 - I want to know you, Mr. Sterne, but it is fit you also should know who it is that wishes this pleasure. You have heard of an old Lord Bathurst, of whom your Popes and Swifts have sung and spoken so much? I have lived my life with geniuses of that cast; but have survived them; and, despairing ever to find their equals, it is some years since I...
Page 85 - At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes. And stole upon the air, that even Silence Was took ere she was ware, and wished she might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be so displaced. I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Page 137 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.