The lounger's common-place book, or, Miscellaneous collections, in history, criticism, biography, poetry & romance. [by J.W. Newman]. New vol, 4. kötet

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52. oldal - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
51. oldal - Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, Submit his actions to the public censure, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
52. oldal - Oh, think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods! Oh, 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Fill'd up with horror all, and big with death...
223. oldal - Appears not half so bright as thee: 'Tis then, that with delight I rove Upon the boundless depth of love; I bless my chain; I hand my oar; Nor think on all I left on shore.
211. oldal - STERNHOLD and Hopkins had great qualms, When they translated David's Psalms, To make the heart full glad : But had it been poor David's fate To hear thee sing, and them translate, By Jove, 'twould have made him mad. Rhyme to Lisbon. By the same. • HERE'S a health to Kate, Our Sovereign's mate, Of the Royal House of Lisbon : But the devil take Hyde, And the Bishop beside That made her bone of his bone.
220. oldal - at the Mount of St Mary's, in the stony stage where I now stand, I have brought you some fine biscuits, baked in the oven of charity, carefully conserved for the chickens of the church, the sparrows of the spirit, and the sweet swallows of salvation.
183. oldal - No foot of man shall pass through it, nor foot of beast shall pass through it, neither shall it be inhabited forty years.
52. oldal - Oh, let it never perish in your hands! But piously transmit it to your children. Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious...
52. oldal - Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
93. oldal - ... a cadaverous aspect, and broken beak, ready to stoop and pounce upon your prey. "You can be trusted by no man; the people cannot trust you, the Ministers cannot trust you ; you deal out the most impartial treachery to both. You tell the nation it is ruined by other men while it is sold by you.

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