THE MONTHLY REVIEW

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Page 124 - 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...
Page 301 - ... form of trial; the women, after having seen their husbands and fathers murdered, were subjected to brutal violation, and then turned out naked, with their children, to starve on the barren heaths. One whole family was enclosed in a barn, and consumed to ashes.
Page 536 - The gentle air allow'd my claim ; And, more to chear my drooping frame, She mix'd the balm of opening flowers ; Such as the bee, with chymic powers, From HYBLA'S fragrant hills inhales, Or fcents SABEA'S blooming vales.
Page 326 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall : he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Page 452 - An Historical and Critical Account of the Life and Writings of Charles I. King of Great Britain, after the Manner of Mr. Bayle. Drawn from Original Writers and State Papers.
Page 340 - Mentre ch' io forma fui d' ossa e di polpe Che la madre mi dič, l' opere mie 'Non furon leonine ma di volpe. Gli accorgimenti e le coperte vie Io seppi tutte , e sė menai lor arte Ch' al fine della terra il suono uscie.
Page 337 - Pleasure's lying tales allur'd, From the bright sun and living breeze ye stray ; And, deep in London's gloomy haunts immur'd, Brood o'er your fortune's, freedom's, health's decay. O blind of choice and to yourselves untrue ! The young grove shoots, their bloom the fields renew, The mansion asks its lord, the swains...
Page 373 - Even here undone ! I was not much afraid ; for once or twice I was about to speak ; and tell him plainly The self-same sun that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on 't alike.
Page 336 - Ye chiefly, heirs of Albion's cultur'd plains, Ye leaders of her bold and faithful swains, Now not unequal to your birth be found : The public voice bids arm your rural state, Paternal hamlets for your ensigns wait, And grange and fold prepare to pour their youth around.
Page 123 - Oh ! while along the stream of Time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame, Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale...

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