The Philadelphia Souvenir: A Collection of Fugitive Pieces from the Philadelphia Press, Issue 337John Elihu Hall Published at the Port folio office, by Harrison Hall, William Brown, printer, 1826 - American literature - 212 pages Biographical sketches of Dennie and his circle, with selections from their writings. |
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... sweet ; " - - Yes ! to those minds of heedless , headlong heat , Which blaze at every spark , however small , And often kindle without cause at all- Not Thales thus , not thus Chrysippus speaks , Not thus the best and wisest of the ...
... sweet ; " - - Yes ! to those minds of heedless , headlong heat , Which blaze at every spark , however small , And often kindle without cause at all- Not Thales thus , not thus Chrysippus speaks , Not thus the best and wisest of the ...
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... sufferings of your perjured foe Sweet consolation on your soul bestow ; And then at last shall your rejoicing mind Confess the gods are neither deaf nor blind . EWING . SAMUEL EWING was one of those who , 22 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE , & C .
... sufferings of your perjured foe Sweet consolation on your soul bestow ; And then at last shall your rejoicing mind Confess the gods are neither deaf nor blind . EWING . SAMUEL EWING was one of those who , 22 THE THIRTEENTH SATIRE , & C .
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... and how sincerely I retract every syllable , injurious to the great cause of liberty , which my hasty view of America and her society , provoked me into uttering . " REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE . EWING . How sweet the south EWING . 31.
... and how sincerely I retract every syllable , injurious to the great cause of liberty , which my hasty view of America and her society , provoked me into uttering . " REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE . EWING . How sweet the south EWING . 31.
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... sweet the south - wind plays around my brow ! - How merciful in God , to temper thus , The burning sun - beam , with the cooling breeze ! Man marks , ungrateful , with a frowning eye The transitory storm , where Mercy rides , To ...
... sweet the south - wind plays around my brow ! - How merciful in God , to temper thus , The burning sun - beam , with the cooling breeze ! Man marks , ungrateful , with a frowning eye The transitory storm , where Mercy rides , To ...
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... calmly onward to the mellow plain , And sips its sweets from many a fragrant flower , Whose freshness floats on every airy wave By nothing ruffled , save a mossy rock , Or trunk of aged oak , that time has slain 36 REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE .
... calmly onward to the mellow plain , And sips its sweets from many a fragrant flower , Whose freshness floats on every airy wave By nothing ruffled , save a mossy rock , Or trunk of aged oak , that time has slain 36 REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE .
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Page 112 - Graced as thou art, with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd, at the house of lords...
Page 102 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 148 - Jack and Gill went up the hill To draw a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Gill came tumbling after.
Page 124 - The guarded gold; so eagerly the fiend O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 91 - I can now excuse all his foibles ; impute them to age, and to distress of circumstances; the last of these considerations wrings my very soul to think on. For a man of high spirit, conscious of having, at least in one production, generally pleased the world, to be plagued and threatened by wretches that are low in every sense ; to be forced to drink himself into pains of the body, in order to get rid of the pains of the mind, is a misery.
Page 124 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing ; as when men, wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Page 4 - Yet, yet forgive me, oh ye sacred few, Whom late by Delaware's green banks I knew; Whom, known and loved through many a social eve, 'Twas bliss to live with, and 'twas pain to leave.
Page 145 - ... liable, and we anticipate his immediate rise to resume his labors. But how are we undeceived by the heart-rending tale that Jack fell down And broke his crown— Nothing now remains but to deplore the premature fate of the unhappy John. The mention of the crown has much perplexed the commentators. But my learned reader will doubtless agree with me in conjecturing that, as the crown is often used metaphorically for the head, and as that part is, or, without any disparagement to the unfortunate...
Page 100 - In different courses different tempers run ; He hates the moon : I sicken at the sun. Wound up at twelve at noon, his clock goes right ; Mine better goes, wound up at twelve at night.