The Spirit of the Public Journals; Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'Esprits, Principally Prose, That Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications Volume 5

The Spirit of the Public Journals; Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'Esprits, Principally Prose, That Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1802 edition. Excerpt: ...Austria saij, Though ten-fold perils aye aslail, Still shall British arms prevail--Alone shall Britain conq'ror be. By Hibernia's cries and moans--By England's wrongs--by Europe's groans--Parent earth i--O take our bones, Drink our biood-r-or keep us free: Lay the ram invader low; Ruffians fall in ev'ry qe, Freedom strikes in ev'ry blow: Freedom! who '11 not bled for thee? On injur'd Egypt's moisten'd sand, See bow flirinks the hostie band Crustydby Britain's vengeful hand! What What then, here, shall be their fate? Think, brave youths, on Sidney's fame, On Abercromby's mighty name, And let each stroke in blood proclaim Equal valour, equal hate. Soldiers! own a glorious part: God of battles! steel each heart, Courage, strength, and fire imparts Now to our high destiny, " Fall or conquer."--Ulufli, O Sun! Shouldst thou fee us backward run, ' Till the bloody contest's done: Sound--To Death Or Victory! June 15. '...I o SONNET ON CHATTERTON. CHATTERTON! fair Genius' eldest born! Thou who, oft straying Avon's banks along Pour'd forth so sweet thy wildly warbling song, With clouds o'ercast arose thy cheerless morn! Ill couldst tl ou bear th' ur feeling taunt of Scorn, The chilly hand of Want: --beneath the darts Of Obloquy, and Envy's hellish arts, Too soon, alas! thy spirit sunk forlorn! Thy features wore the pallid hue of care, Thy bloodshot eyeballs starting from thine head, By fits cast round dread Frenzy's vacant glare, And thy torn ireart with throbbing anguish bled. Rasti youth! the direst wrath of Heavea to dare, And drink the bitter draught that gave thee to the dead. v iOO THE HONEY MOON. On Thursday we came to agree, On Friday our raptures were high, On Saturday married were we, And on Sunday a cuckold was I. LINES 6N THE DEATH OF...show more

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  • Paperback | 118 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 227g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236675177
  • 9781236675170