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Side 3
... drink , without further debating , Success to our new Magazine , the John Bull . Join in the toast we are merrily drinking , Heaping your glasses , we charge you , brim - full ; We don't allow any scrupulous shrinking , When we drink to ...
... drink , without further debating , Success to our new Magazine , the John Bull . Join in the toast we are merrily drinking , Heaping your glasses , we charge you , brim - full ; We don't allow any scrupulous shrinking , When we drink to ...
Side 10
... drink it be rammed into the great gun of Athlone , and spattered into pieces against the battlements of Hell , to be made into sparables for Orangemen's shoes . ' Hip hip ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! which was of course uproariously ...
... drink it be rammed into the great gun of Athlone , and spattered into pieces against the battlements of Hell , to be made into sparables for Orangemen's shoes . ' Hip hip ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! which was of course uproariously ...
Side 17
... drinking , talk- ing , and flirting in this frivolous age . We knew an American , who , after hav- ing been reared a carpenter in all the fine simplicity and freedom from man- ners prevalent in the United States among that class of ...
... drinking , talk- ing , and flirting in this frivolous age . We knew an American , who , after hav- ing been reared a carpenter in all the fine simplicity and freedom from man- ners prevalent in the United States among that class of ...
Side 22
... drink , he makes him a present of a piece of opium , " enough to kill three dragoons and their horses , ' as Q. himself confesses , which the Ma- lay bolts at one mouthful . He hopes , because the body was not found that the poor man ...
... drink , he makes him a present of a piece of opium , " enough to kill three dragoons and their horses , ' as Q. himself confesses , which the Ma- lay bolts at one mouthful . He hopes , because the body was not found that the poor man ...
Side 27
... drink his part , Will not trifle his time in the husk or the shale , But go to the kernel by the depth of his art ... drinking about , they chance to fall out , Fear not that alarm , though flesh be but frail ; It will prove but some ...
... drink his part , Will not trifle his time in the husk or the shale , But go to the kernel by the depth of his art ... drinking about , they chance to fall out , Fear not that alarm , though flesh be but frail ; It will prove but some ...
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Side 30 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Side 88 - The flames around their captive close, Till, inly search'd by thousand throes, And maddening in her ire, One sad and sole relief she knows : The sting she nourish'd for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain...
Side 14 - We straight lie down to rest ; But when the billows tumble, And waves do furious grow, Then we rouse, up we rouse, When the stormy winds do blow.
Side 13 - YE gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Give ear unto the mariners, And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow.
Side 50 - I answer that, in consequence of having seen many, the power is acquired, even without seeking after it, of distinguishing between accidental blemishes and excrescences which are continually varying the surface of nature's works, and the invariable general form which nature most frequently produces and always seems to intend in her productions.
Side 88 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A ray of him who form'd the whole ; A glory circling round the soul...
Side 30 - Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoon's torture dignifying pain — A father's love and mortal's agony With an immortal's patience blending : — vain The struggle ; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench ; the long envenom'd chain Rivets the living links, — the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
Side 32 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot - the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Side 14 - Tis that must bear us out ; To God we call for succour, For He it is, we know, That must aid us and save us, When the stormy winds do blow. The lawyer and the usurer That sit in gowns of fur, In closets warm, can take no harm...
Side 30 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.