The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for the Year ...

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J. Dodsley, 1800
 

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Seite 199 - tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom. Beauty has such...
Seite 144 - THE value and rank of every art is in proportion to the mental labour employed in it, or the mental pleasure produced by it. As this principle is observed or neglected, our profession becomes either a liberal art, or a mechanical trade.
Seite 239 - ... thereupon, as well in affirmation of the said causes and acts, as to summon the said parliament, under his great...
Seite 199 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Seite 140 - This done, they were conducted each after the other to the high table, and there made to stand on a forme placed thereon; from whence they were to speak their speech with an audible voice to the company : which if well done, the person that spoke it was to have a cup of cawdle and no...
Seite 46 - Family, and aged about fourscore years, (who bids adieu to all fears and hopes of this world, and only desires to serve God) set up this Table.
Seite 31 - Hampton court, when he had but lately received an advance of a thoufand pounds, he found the king in fuch a circle that he could not approach. He called out, Sire, I defire the favour of fpeaking to your majefty.
Seite 199 - While mufic charms the ravifli'd ear, "While fparkling cups delight our eyes, Be gay, and fcorn the frowns of age. What cruel anfwer have I heard ! And yet, by heav'n, I love...
Seite 198 - SWEET maid, if thou would'st charm my sight, And bid these arms thy neck infold ; That rosy cheek, that lily hand, • Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Seite 170 - one evening with the Caliph, when a man, bound hand and foot, was brought in. Mamoun ordered me to keep a watchful eye over the prisoner, and to bring him the next day. The Caliph seemed greatly irritated, and the fear of exposing myself to his resentment induced me to confine the prisoner in my house.

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