Monthly Review; Or Literary Journal EnlargedRalph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths R. Griffiths., 1817 Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths. |
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Página 310 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing: all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do, What might be public good: myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things.
Página 25 - have with most of the present Dissenters in England some doubts as to his divinity; though it is a question I do not dogmatise upon, having never studied it, and think it needless to busy myself with it now, when I expect soon an opportunity of knowing the truth with less trouble.
Página 313 - A grove which springs through levell'd battlements, And twines its roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth ; — But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. — While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls,
Página 132 - hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray, now springs. The fishes flete with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; Winter is worn that was the flower's bale. § And thus I see among these pleasant things
Página 295 - Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again { Oh 'twas a sight — that Heav'n — that Child — A scene, which might have well beguil'd Ev'n haughty Km.is of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! ' And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining
Página 295 - of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! ' And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace!
Página 294 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild-flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they;
Página 291 - One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate; And as she listen'd to the Springs Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place!' Of Life within, like music flowing; And caught the light upon her wings
Página 294 - with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies, That flutter'd round the jasmine stems, Like winged flowers or flying gems : — And, near the boy, who tir'd with play Now nestling 'mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small
Página 132 - Winter is worn that was the flower's bale. § And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays, and yet my sorrow springs!' The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings;