The Retrospective Review, and Historical and Antiquarian Magazine

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Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas
Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1827

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Sida 29 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way.
Sida 370 - Well then ; I now do plainly see, This busy world and I shall ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they, methinks, deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Sida 374 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. The sea itself, which one would think Should have but little need of drink, Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy sun (and one would guess...
Sida 448 - And whereas the Senate of the United States have approved of the said arrangement and recommended that it should be carried into effect, the same having also received the sanction of 'His Royal Highness, the Prince Regent, acting in the name and on the behalf of His...
Sida 376 - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink and dance and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee, All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plow Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Sida 376 - Prophet of the ripen'd year ! Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire ; Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee, of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect, happy thou ! Dost neither age nor winter know; But, when thou'st drunk, and danc'd, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal !) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Sida 523 - Atkinson; such arms being first duly exemplified according to the laws of arms, and recorded in the Herald's Office...
Sida 352 - As far as my memory can return back into my past life, before I knew or was capable of guessing what the world, or glories, or business of it were, the natural affections of my soul gave me a secret bent of aversion from them...
Sida 358 - Gideon's miracle* was shown ; " For every tree and every herb around " With pearly dew was crown'd, " And upon all the quicken'd ground " The fruitful seed of heaven did brooding lie, " And nothing but the Muse's fleece was dry.
Sida 376 - Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice.

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