The Monthly Magazine, Volume 1

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R. Phillips, 1796

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Page 265 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 137 - And lo ! an yren-grated gate Soon biggens to their viewe ; He crackte his whype, the clangynge boltes, The doores asunder flewe. They pass, and 'twas on graves they trode ; — " Tis hither we are bounde ;" — And many a tombstone gostlie white, Lay in the moonshyne round.
Page 182 - All she has to do in this world is contained within the duties of a daughter, a sister, a wife, and a mother.
Page 339 - The commissioners appointed under the fifth article of the treaty of amity, commerce and navigation between the United States and Great Britain, to ascertain the river which was truly intended under the name of the river St.
Page 72 - Britain was a plentiful and perpetual emporium of learned authors ; and men went thither as to a market. This drew to the place a mighty trade ; the rather because the shops were spacious, and the learned gladly resorted to them, where they seldom failed to meet with agreeable conversation. And the booksellers themselves were knowing and conversible men, with whom, for the sake of bookish knowledge, the greatest wits were pleased to converse.
Page 329 - ... to be the true and immediate cause of the rupture which followed. Nor can we forbear to remark that the pretences, under which his...
Page 180 - By commonwealth I must be understood all along to mean, not a democracy, or any form of government, but any independent community, which the Latins signified by the word civitas, to which the word which best answers in our language is commonwealth...
Page 136 - O mother, what I feel within, No sacrament can staye; No sacrament can teche the dead To bear the sight of daye.' 'May be, among the heathen folk Thy William false doth prove, And puts away his faith and troth, And takes another love. Then wherefore sorrow for his loss ? Thy moans are all in vain : And when his soul and body parte, His falsehode brings him paine.
Page 186 - I have still another grievance, sir. If you are a married man, you may chance to know, that it is often as much as a man can do to manage his wife ; but to manage one's wife and mother too is a task too hard for any mortal.
Page 137 - I've gott my wife, I take her home, My howre of wedlocke hayl. Lead forth, O clarke, the chaunting quire, To swell our nuptial song: Come, preaste, and reade the blessing soone; For bed, for bed we long.

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