Something New: In Two Volumes

E. and C. Dilly, 1762

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Seite 239 - Were all books reduced thus to their quintessence, many a bulky author would make his appearance in a penny paper: there would be scarce such a thing in nature as a folio : the works of an age would be contained on a few shelves ; not to mention millions of volumes that would be utterly annihilated.
Seite ix - HE celebrated wits of the mifcellanarian race, the erfay-writers , cafual difcourfers , refiedtioncoiners , meditation - founders , and others of the irregular kind of writers , may plead it as their peculiar advantage, " that they follow the variety
Seite viii - ... above the ground. From every field, from every hedge or hillock, we now gather as delicious fruits and fragrant flowers as of old from the richest and best cultivated gardens.
Seite 242 - And now the Chapel's filver bell you hear, That fummons you to all the Pride of Prayer : Light quirks of Mufic, broken and uneven, Make the foul dance upon a jig to Heaven.
Seite 188 - Long had fhe fill'd each youth with love, Each maiden with defpair; And tho' by all a wonder own'd, Yet knew not me was fair.
Seite 139 - That good-natured author remarks, that there is a certain general claim of kindnefs and benevolence which every fpecies of creatures has a right to from us.
Seite 236 - Mon deuil me plaît et doit toujours me plaire ; II me tient lieu de celui que je pleure.
Seite 241 - thee, therefore, before God and the Lord Jefus Chrift, who " fhall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing, and his " kingdom ; preach the word ; be inftant in feafon and out of " feafon ; reprove, rebuke, exhort, with all long-fuffering and
Seite 139 - Shakefpear, who teaches us that the poor beetle which we tread upon, In corporal fufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 78 - While broken accents breat'ved in fighs, Reveal the fatal caufe. Lie ftill, thou pledge of haplefs love. Lie ftill, my infant dear ; I would thy father were a king. Thy mother on a bier ! Enough had now the lover heard. He clafps her in his arms, Look up my miftrefs, friend, and wife, Revive thy drooping charms. Thy trial now is fairly paft, Thou firft of wornan kind ; Thy form, tho' caft in beauty's mojild, Enfhrines a hero's mind.

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