The Monthly Review

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Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths
R. Griffiths., 1799
Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths.

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Página 405 - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, • And robes the mountain in its azure hue. ' Thus, with delight, we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unmeasur'd way; Thus, from afar, each dim discover'd scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been ; And every form, that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.
Página 405 - mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near I 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, • And robes the mountain in its azure hue. ' Thus, with delight, we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's
Página 193 - the air with such an harmony, That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day ! On moonlight bushes, Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, You may perchance behold them on the twigs, Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Glistning, while many a glow-worm in the
Página 42 - from the brimming cup of wealth, A selfish, lewd, effeminated race, Contemptuous of all honourable rule, Yet bartering freedom, and the poor man's life, For gold, as at a market ! The sweet words Of Christian promise, words that even yet , Might stem destruction, were they wisely preach'd, Are inutter'd o'er by men, whose tones proclaim How
Página 395 - That crush'd proud Ammon, when his iron car Was yok'd in wrath, and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood-stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast, Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow, And heav'd an ocean on their march below >' From this pathetic allusion to modern
Página 193 - his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard by a castle huge Which the great lord inhabits not: and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I
Página 193 - So many Nightingales : and far and near In wood and thicket over the wide grove They answer and provoke each other's songs—- With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug And one low piping sound more sweet than
Página 394 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend ; a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropt from her nerveless grasp the
Página 43 - the owlet ATHEISM, Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, And, hooting at the glorious sun in heaven, Cries out, " where is it ?" Thankless too for peace, (Peace long preserv'd by fleets and
Página 150 - Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n, or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face

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