Fugitive Pieces on Various Subjects: A vindication of natural society. The history and antiquities of the ancient villa of Wheatfield, in the county of Suffolk. Fragments of ancient poetry. An account of Russia, by Charles, Lord Whitworth. A journey into England, by Paul Hentzner. A project for raising an hospital for decayed authors, by John Gilbert-Cooper. A parallel; in the manner of Plutarch, by the Reverend Mr. Spence
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Page 273 - ... kneeled, as the others had done, and placed what was brought upon the table, they too retired with the same ceremonies performed by the first. At last came an unmarried lady (we...
Page 144 - It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon!
Page 272 - English ladies have it, till they marry; and she had on a necklace of exceeding fine jewels; her hands were small, her fingers long, and her stature neither tall nor low; her air was stately, her manner of speaking mild and obliging. That day she was dressed in white silk, bordered with pearls of the size of beans, and over it a mantle of black silk, shot with silver threads; her train was very long, the end of it...
Page 145 - To Colma they give no reply. Speak to me: I am alone! My soul is tormented with fears! Ah! they are dead! Their swords are red from the fight. O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar!
Page 149 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun.
Page 150 - Thy voice was a stream after rain, like thunder on distant hills. Many fell by thy arm: they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath. But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face was like the sun after rain, like the moon in the silence of night; calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.
Page 299 - Slavery ; vastly fond of great Noises that fill the Ear, such as the firing of Cannon, Drums, and the ringing of Bells, so that it is common for a number of them, that have got a Glass in their Heads, to go up into some Belfry, and ring the Bells for Hours together, for the sake of Exercise.
Page 275 - Eoman emperors in white marble, and a table of touchstone ; the upper part of it is set round with cisterns of lead, into which the water is conveyed through pipes, so that fish may be kept in them, and in summer time they are very convenient for bathing; in another room for entertainment very near this, and joined to it by a little bridge, was an oval table of red marble.
Page 307 - ... and arrived about two or three o'clock in the morning at Dover. In our way to it, which was rough and dangerous enough, the following accident happened to us: our guide, or postillion, a youth, was before with two of our company, about the distance of a...