Monthly Review; Or Literary Journal Enlarged

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Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths
R. Griffiths., 1822
Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths.

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Page 353 - may, perhaps, be thus supplied : ' ACHILLES' WRATH, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing ! That wrath, which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain, Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore : YET, wrought TH
Page 467 - The greatest improvement in the productive powers of labor, and the greater part of the skill, dexterity, and judgment with which it is any where directed or applied, seem to have been the effects of the division of labor.
Page 94 - 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: ' Starting and shiv'ring in th' inconstant wind, Meagre and pale, the ghost
Page 94 - in their course arrest; Whose flight shall shortly count me with the dead, And lay me down in peace with them that rest. * Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate, And morning dreams, as poets tell, are true: Led by pale ghosts, 1 enter death's dark gate, And bid the realms of light and life adieu
Page 400 - Argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature, to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with this part of rural economy. It is, if
Page 117 - and from arms to liberty. Spirit of Swift! spirit of Molyneux ! your genius has prevailed ! Ireland is now a nation ! in that new character I hail her! and bowing to her august presence, I say, Esto perpetua
Page 94 - 1 enter death's dark gate, And bid the realms of light and life adieu ! < 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; * There let me wander at the
Page 246 - needful; but I think I need not. I was arbitrary in power, having the armies in the three nations under my command; and truly not very ill-beloved by them, nor very ill-beloved then by the people, by the good people ; and I believe I should have been more,
Page 242 - Zounds, T am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead; how if he should counterfeit too, and rise ? I am afraid he would prove the better counterfeit."—
Page 94 - 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; * There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes, The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with wisdom where my Daphnis lies.

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