The British Critic: A New Review, Volumen14

F. and C. Rivington, 1799

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Página 67 - has compared, as mine has, the motives, which, in a war like this, can animate their minds, and OURS.—THEY, by a ftrange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder and extended rule—WE, for our country, our altars, and our homes.—THEY follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate—WE
Página 476 - Or has your good woman, if one you have. In Cornwall ever been ? For an if (he have, I'll venture my life She has drank of the well of St. Keyne. I have left a good woman who never was here. The
Página 475 - He drank of the water fo cool and clear, For thirfty and hot was he; And he fat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree. There came a man from the neighb'ring town. At the well to fill his pail, On the
Página 67 - faith we follow, teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of blifs beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we
Página 22 - hofts combine. Halt ere they clofe, and form the dreadful line. When all is ftill on Death's devoted foil. The march-worn foldier mingles* for the toil; As rings his glittering tube, he lifts on high The dauntlefs brow, and
Página 67 - avarice, and pride.—They offer us their protection—Yes, fuch protection as vultures give to lambs—covering and devouring them !—They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the
Página 26 - When foul to foul, and duft to duft return! Heav'n to thy charge refigns the awful hour! Oh ! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each
Página 364 - and without pain I lay, My child! they gave thee to another, A woman who was not thy mother. When from my arms my babe they took.. On me
Página 23 - From ftreams that wander in eternal light, Rang'd on their hill, Harmonia's daughters fwell The mingling tones of horn, and harp, and (hell; Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow, And Pythia's awful organ peals below.
Página 477 - many a region dolorous, O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and

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