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Стр. 128 - The rector and inhabitants of the city of New- York, in communion of the Church of England, as by law established...
Стр. 206 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Стр. 123 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Стр. 298 - One basket had very good figs, even like the figs that are first ripe : and the other basket had very naughty figs, which could not be eaten, they were so bad.
Стр. 257 - Oh that my words were now written ! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Стр. 438 - It is a pistol let off at the ear ; not a feather to tickle the intellect. It is an antic which does not stand upon manners, but comes bounding into the presence, and does not show the less comic for being dragged in sometimes by the head arid shoulders.
Стр. 4 - If we begin to die when we live, and long life be but a prolongation of death, our life is a sad composition ; we live with death, and die not in a moment. How many pulses made up the life of Methuselah were work for Archimedes : common counters sum up the life of Moses his man. Our days become considerable, like petty sums, by minute accumulations ; where numerous fractions make up but small round numbers ; and our days of a span long make not one little finger.
Стр. 261 - Should Dennis publish, you had stabb'd your brother, Lampoon'd your Monarch, or debauch'd your mother ; Say, what revenge on Dennis can be had ? Too dull for laughter, for reply too mad : On one so poor you cannot take the law ; On one so old your sword you scorn to draw ; Uncag'd then let the harmless monster rage, Secure in dulness, madness, want, and age.