The Bee, Or Literary Intelligencer, 18. kötetJames Anderson Mundell and Son, 1722 |
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4. oldal
... fhort of other pafsages , in that flowing melody of sound which so few , others have been able to imitate . * Mr Aikman having prosecuted his studies for some time in Britain , found that to complete them it would be necefsary to go ...
... fhort of other pafsages , in that flowing melody of sound which so few , others have been able to imitate . * Mr Aikman having prosecuted his studies for some time in Britain , found that to complete them it would be necefsary to go ...
14. oldal
... fhort a time has the power and fame of Rufsian fleets extended itself over so many seas ? from whence the materials ? from whence the kill ? from whence the machines and instruments necefsary in so difficult and varied an ob- ject ...
... fhort a time has the power and fame of Rufsian fleets extended itself over so many seas ? from whence the materials ? from whence the kill ? from whence the machines and instruments necefsary in so difficult and varied an ob- ject ...
16. oldal
... health of their young master , like a master measur- ing out the bounds of a regular fort , like a common soldier toiling in ... fhort a space , not only learn plain carpenter's work ; should not on- ly leave no one part necefsary to the ...
... health of their young master , like a master measur- ing out the bounds of a regular fort , like a common soldier toiling in ... fhort a space , not only learn plain carpenter's work ; should not on- ly leave no one part necefsary to the ...
19. oldal
... fhort fketch , containing a small portion of his toils , I already suffer wearinefs , hearers ; But what an extensive field for praise do I yet see before me ! Thus that my strength and time may not fail me in finishing my discourse , I ...
... fhort fketch , containing a small portion of his toils , I already suffer wearinefs , hearers ; But what an extensive field for praise do I yet see before me ! Thus that my strength and time may not fail me in finishing my discourse , I ...
31. oldal
... fhort digression , to condemn were hard ; Or Heav'n have mercy on each modern bard . POEM ON THE DEATH OF MR AIKMAN , THE PAINTER BY MR THOMSON . O could I draw , my friend , thy genuine mind , Just , as the living forms by thee design ...
... fhort digression , to condemn were hard ; Or Heav'n have mercy on each modern bard . POEM ON THE DEATH OF MR AIKMAN , THE PAINTER BY MR THOMSON . O could I draw , my friend , thy genuine mind , Just , as the living forms by thee design ...
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330. oldal - ... the propitious smiles of Heaven can never be expected on a nation that disregards the eternal rules of order and right, which Heaven itself has ordained ; and since the preservation of the sacred fire of liberty, and the destiny of the republican model of government, are justly considered as deeply, perhaps as finally staked, on the experiment intrusted to the hands of the American people.
185. oldal - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme: How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He Who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head; How...
186. oldal - Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And oh ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved Isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd thro...
184. oldal - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of heaven's avenging ire; Or, Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
184. oldal - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
185. oldal - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
112. oldal - She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
184. oldal - Scotia's food : The soupe their only hawkie does afford, That 'yont the hallan snugly chows her cood ; The dame brings forth in complimental mood, To grace the lad, her weel-hain'd kebbuck, fell ; An' aft he's prest, an' aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie, garrulous, will tell, How 'twas a towmond auld, sin' lint was i
112. oldal - She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar. She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
183. oldal - Jenny sees the visit's no ill ta'en ; The father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye. The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi...