Spirit of the Public Journals, Volym 8

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Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott
James Ridgway, 1805
 

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Sida 206 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...
Sida 2 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Sida 207 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls, by thousands they pour ; And down from the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, — And all at once to the bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the bishop's bones ; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him ! ROBERT SOUTHEY.
Sida 205 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all.
Sida 90 - Our females have been used at night to walk. Sometimes, indeed, so various is our art, An actor may improve and mend his part ; "Give me a horse," bawls Richard, like a drone, We'll find a man would help himself to one.
Sida 235 - Foul whisperings are abroad: Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine, than the physician.— God, God, forgive us all!
Sida 143 - What are our Poets, take them as they fall — Good, bad, rich, poor, much read, not read at all ? Them and their works in the same class you'll find ; They are the mere Waste-Paper of mankind.
Sida 143 - Take next the miser's contrast, who destroys Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys. Will any paper match him ? Yes, throughout, He's a true sinking paper, past all doubt. The retail politician's anxious thought Deems this side always right, and that stark naught...
Sida 89 - FROM distant climes, o'er wide-spread seas we come, Though not with much eclat, or beat of drum; True patriots all, for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good: No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What urged our travels was our country's weal; And none will doubt but that our emigration Has proved most useful to the British nation.
Sida 143 - I'll bring ; Tis the great man who scorns a little thing, Whose thoughts, whose deeds, whose maxims are his own, Form'd on the feelings of his heart alone ; True genuine royal paper is his breast; Of all the kinds most precious, purest, best.

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