The British Essayists;: The Looker-on

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J. Johnson, J. Nichols and son, R. Baldwin, F. and C. Rivington, W. Otridge and son, W.J. and J. Richardson, A. Strahan, R. Faulder, ... [and 40 others], 1808
 

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Strana 176 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Strana 231 - Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Strana 231 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep: Then dreams he of another benefice! Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Strana 230 - So saying, on he led his radiant files,. Dazzling the moon; these to the bower direct In search of whom they sought: him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams...
Strana 114 - Now turning from the wintry signs, the Sun* His course exalted through the Ram had run ; And whirling up the skies, his chariot drove Through Taurus, and the lightsome realms of Love...
Strana 230 - Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy', and with them forge Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams; Or if inspiring venom, he might taint The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise Like gentle breaths from rivers pure...
Strana 86 - Rousseau on that head, who thinks that " the empire of woman is the empire of softness, of address, of complacency : her commands are caresses ; .her menaces are tears.
Strana 84 - Tis I, that, methinks, have most cause to complain, Who am crampt and confin'd like a slave in a chain. I did but step out, on some weighty affairs, To visit, last night, my good friends in the stars, When, before I was got half as high as the moon, You...
Strana 228 - Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies' iron beds; and Strife, that shakes Her hissing tresses and unfolds her snakes. Full in the midst of this infernal road, An elm displays her dusky arms abroad: The God of Sleep there hides his heavy head, And empty dreams on ev'ry leaf are spread.
Strana 114 - When first the tender blades of grass appear, And buds, that yet the blast of Eurus fear, Stand at the door of life, and doubt to clothe the year : Till gentle heat, and soft repeated rains, Make the green blood to dance within their veins : Then, at their call, embolden'd out they come, And swell the gems, and burst the narrow room ; Broader and broader yet, their blooms display, Salute the welcome sun, and entertain the day. Then from their breathing souls the sweets...

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