An Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection: with Several Pieces Never Before Published. A New Ed., Including Pieces Not in the Former Edition, and Several Never Before Printed, Volume 4
J. Debrett, 1793 - English literature
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Page 50 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, — in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Page 224 - OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between, and bid us part: Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish, and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life...
Page 43 - ... adulation of addresses and the whole weight of her accumulated wrongs, with a serene patience, in a manner suited to her rank and race and becoming the offspring of a...
Page 80 - Then sailors think of their far-distant home, And of those friends they ne'er may see again ; But when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun Should any thought of them come o'er your mind ; Think, only, should the day be won, How 'twill cheer Their hearts to hear That their old companion he was one. Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true, Who many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs to think how it may fare with you : Oh, when the fight's begun...
Page 42 - I never liked this continual talk of resistance and revolution, or the practice of making the extreme medicine of the constitution its daily bread. It renders the habit of society dangerously valetudinary; it is taking periodical doses of mercury sublimate, and swallowing down repeated provocatives of cantharides to our love of liberty.
Page 43 - I hear, and I rejoice to hear, that the great lady, the other object of the triumph, has borne that day, (one is interested that beings made for suffering should suffer well,) and that she bears all the succeeding days, that she bears the imprisonment of her husband, and her own captivity, and the exile of her friends, and the insulting adulation of addresses, and the whole weight of her accumulated wrongs, with...
Page 262 - John: yet when she does come down, she brings such a deal of gentry that I have more horses than I can shoe, and my wife more linen than she can wash. Then all our grown children are servants in the family, and rare wages they have got. Our little boys get something every day by weeding their gardens, and the...
Page 269 - Study to be quiet, work with your own hands, and mind your own business.
Page 231 - ... with, and the moment they turn to go away, backbiting them — a vice with which the dogs of old ladies are much infected ; and you must have been most furiously affected with it here at Richmond, had you not happened into a good family ; therefore I might have spared this caution. One thing I had almost forgot. You have a base custom, when you chance upon a certain fragrant exuvium, of perfuming your carcass with it.
Page 25 - YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms! ye brave! Th" avenging sword unsheath ; March on!