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The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal, Zväzok 68 Ralph Griffiths,G. E. Griffiths Úplné zobrazenie - 1783 |
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Strana 363 - And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play : Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel?
Strana 182 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
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Strana 363 - With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go, He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye: A potent quack, long versed in human ills, Who first insults the victim whom he kills; Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy Bench protect, And whose most tender mercy is neglect.
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Strana 364 - And like a monarch ruled their little court The pliant bow he form'd, the flying ball, The bat, the wicket, were his labours all ; Him now they follow to his grave, and stand Silent and sad, and gazing, hand in hand ; While bending low, their eager eyes explore The mingled relics of the parish poor : The bell tolls late, the moping owl flies round, Fear marks the flight and magnifies the sound...