The Batchelor: Or Speculations of Jeoffry Wagstaffe, Esq. Vol. III.

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James Hoey, junior, 1773 - 359 Seiten
 

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Seite 3 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Seite 74 - Nor peace, nor ease, the heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.
Seite 132 - You take a hundred leaders of each party, you dispose them into couples of such whose heads are nearest of a size; then let two nice operators saw off the occiput of each couple at the same time, in such a manner that the brain may be equally divided.
Seite 93 - em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Seite 10 - Whofe nobles, born to cringe and to command, (In courts a mean, in camps a...
Seite 10 - A nation here I pity and admire, Whom noblest sentiments of glory fire, Yet taught, by custom's force, and bigot fear, To serve with pride, and boast the yoke they bear : Whose nobles, born to cringe and to command...
Seite 75 - The heart that melts for others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of calm repose.
Seite 74 - OFT I've implor'd the gods in vain, And pray'd till I've been weary : For once I'll seek my wish to gain Of Oberon the fairy.
Seite 214 - And pointing to th' eternal throne.' The angel fpoke — nor hufoand dear, Nor children lov'd (a mournful train} Could from her eye attract one tear, Nor bend one thought to' earth again* The foul, impatient of delay, No more could mortal fetters bind, But fpringing to the realms of day, Leaves ev'ry human care behind.
Seite 87 - Rais'd by the breath of popular acclaim, They mounted to the pinnacle of Fame ; There the weak brain, made giddy with the height, Spurr'd on the rival chiefs to mortal fight.

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