Picture of a Factory Village: To which are Annexed, Remarks on Lotteries

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author, 1833 - 144 Seiten
 

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Seite 6 - Dane slain, Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch; Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can span; Or in the small Olympic Pit, sit split Laughing at Listen, while you quiz his phiz. Anon Night comes, and with her wings brings things Such as, with his poetic tongue, Young sung...
Seite 124 - OH that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people...
Seite 6 - EVEN is come ; and from the dark Park, hark, The signal of the setting sun — one gun ! And six is sounding from the chime, prime time To go and see the Drury-Lane Dane slain, — Or hear Othello's jealous doubt spout out, — Or Macbeth raving at that shade-made blade, Denying to his frantic clutch much touch ; — .Or else to see Ducrow with wide stride ride Four horses as no other man can span ; Or in the small Olympic Pit, sit split Laughing at Liston, while you quiz his phiz.
Seite 6 - Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads. And sleepers waking grumble,
Seite 124 - Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Seite 136 - Six days shalt thou labour and do all thy work ; but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God ; in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor the stranger that is within thy gates...
Seite 6 - Dreameth of one of her old flames, James Games, And that she hears — what faith is man's — Ann's banns And his, from Reverend Mr. Rice, twice, thrice : White ribbons flourish, and a stout shout out, That upward goes, shows Rose knows those bows' woes ! DOMESTIC ASIDES; OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES.
Seite 122 - A Lottery is a taxation Upon all the fools in creation; And Heaven be praised It is easily raised, Credulity's always in fashion: For Folly's a fund Will never lose ground, While fools are so rife in the nation.
Seite 7 - It doth my inmost feelings grieve; The blood runs chilly from my heart, To see fair Liberty depart; And leave the wretches in their chains, To feed a vampyre from their veins.
Seite 136 - ... for in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea and all that is therein, and rested on the seventh day : wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day and hallowed it.

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