The Mirror of literature, amusement, and instruction [ed. by T. Byerley]. [Continued as] The MirrorThomas Byerley 1823 |
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... wish , that either a very wide Ghaut , where twenty - five or thirty dead bodies may be burned , or three or four more of the present kind be made , so that the corpses , immediately upon being taken to the Ghaut , be burned without any ...
... wish , that either a very wide Ghaut , where twenty - five or thirty dead bodies may be burned , or three or four more of the present kind be made , so that the corpses , immediately upon being taken to the Ghaut , be burned without any ...
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... wish , that either a very wide Ghaut , where twenty - five or thirty dead bodies may be burned , or three or four more of the present kind be made , so that the corpses , immediately upon being taken to the Ghaut , be burned without any ...
... wish , that either a very wide Ghaut , where twenty - five or thirty dead bodies may be burned , or three or four more of the present kind be made , so that the corpses , immediately upon being taken to the Ghaut , be burned without any ...
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... wish to see him ? " " O yes ! " He then threw back his pelisse , with the cape of which his face was partly covered , and said , " You see him now . " The surprise of the postmistress may be easily conjectured . She offered him some ...
... wish to see him ? " " O yes ! " He then threw back his pelisse , with the cape of which his face was partly covered , and said , " You see him now . " The surprise of the postmistress may be easily conjectured . She offered him some ...
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... wish all our readers to do , the right to exercise their own private judgment as to its fallacy or truth . LORD MAYOR'S DAY . The ninth of November , Lord May- or's day , is quite a saturnalia in Lon- don ; at least in the city , where ...
... wish all our readers to do , the right to exercise their own private judgment as to its fallacy or truth . LORD MAYOR'S DAY . The ninth of November , Lord May- or's day , is quite a saturnalia in Lon- don ; at least in the city , where ...
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... wish to have cheerful and hilarious days . But in this our sombre and anti - risible age , it has rather become the fashion to at- tack laughter , notwithstanding the cowardice of assaulting a personage who is obliged to be constantly ...
... wish to have cheerful and hilarious days . But in this our sombre and anti - risible age , it has rather become the fashion to at- tack laughter , notwithstanding the cowardice of assaulting a personage who is obliged to be constantly ...
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Page 83 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 253 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 267 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Page 321 - Yes ! where is he, the champion and the child Of all that's great or little, wise or wild ? Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones ? Whose table earth — whose dice were human bones ? Behold the grand result in yon lone isle, And, as thy nature urges, weep or smile.
Page 369 - And count the silent moments as they pass : The winged moments, whose unstaying speed No art can stop, or in their course arrest; Whose flight shall shortly count me with the dead, And lay me down in peace with them that rest.
Page 144 - This night as ye use, Who shall for the present delight here ; Be a king by the lot, And who shall not Be Twelfe-day queene for the night here.
Page 170 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 326 - I feel Him in the gentle showers, The soft south wind, the breath of flowers, The sunshine and the shade. And yet (ungrateful that I am !) I've turned in sullen mood From all these things, whereof He said, When the great whole was finished, That they were
Page 369 - Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains ! Enough for me the churchyard's lonely mound, Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground.
Page 369 - Now Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.