The New monthly magazine and universal register. [Continued as] The New monthly magazine and literary journal (and humorist) [afterw.] The New monthly (magazine). (Google eBook)

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Page 372 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 372 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind...
Page 372 - His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has...
Page 585 - Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.
Page 204 - What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 125 - ... their retreat, carried off part of the treasure, and, what was dearer than any treasure, several of the women of the great king; who was at last obliged to repass the Euphrates with some marks of haste and confusion.
Page 635 - It has been suggested," observes the same philosophic writer, "that, as in our own times, the northern animals migrate, so the Siberian Elephant and Rhinoceros may have wandered towards the north in summer." In making such excursions during the heat of that brief season, the Mammoths would be arrested in their northern progress by a condition to which the Rein-deer and...
Page 70 - Fox, passing early one summer's morning near a farm-yard, was caught in a springe, which the farmer had planted there for that end.. The Cock, at a distance, saw what happened , and, hardly yet daring to trust himself too near so dangerous a foe, approached him cautiously, and peeped at him, not without some horror and dread of mind. Reynard no sooner perceived it, but he addressed himself to him, with all the designing artifice imaginable.
Page 145 - You are all aware that On our throne there once sat A very great king who'd an Angevin hat, With a great sprig of broom, which he wore as a badge in it, Named from this circumstance, Heury Plintagenet.

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