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Page 343 - He showed us his invention of writing, which was very ingenious ; also his wooden kalendar, which instructed him all by feeling ; and other pretty and useful inventions of mills, pumps, &c., and the pump he had erected that serves water to his garden, and to passengers, with an inscription, and brings from a filthy part of the Thames near it a most perfect and pure water.
Page 540 - I should most likely get one the next morning. As soon as I got back to my inn, I got my supper, and got to bed. It was not long before I got to sleep. When I got up in the morning, I got my breakfast, and then I got myself drest, that I might get out in time to get an answer to my memorial.
Page 357 - He had written praises of a regicide ; He had written praises of all kings whatever ; He had written for republics far and wide, And then against them bitterer than ever : For pantisocracy he once had cried Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever ; Then grew a hearty anti-jacobin — Had turn'd his coat — and would have turn'd his skin. " He had sung against all battles, and again In their high praise and glory ; he had call'd Reviewing the
Page 315 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 343 - I have seen the water run like a constant fountain stream forty feet high ; one vessel of water rarefied by fire driveth up forty of cold water. And a man that tends the work is but to turn two cocks, that one vessel of water being consumed, another begins to force and re-fill with cold water, and so successively, the fire being tended and kept constant, which the self-same person may likewise abundantly perform in the interim between the necessity of turning the said cocks.
Page 9 - ... wheel. Their weight, the first moving power of the machine, produces the greatest effect when applied upon the circumference of the wheel, at or near the level of its axle ; to secure, therefore, this mechanical advantage, a screen of boards is fixed up in an inclined position above the wheel, in order to prevent the prisoners from climbing or stepping up higher than the level required. A hand-rail is...
Page 53 - He was deeply learned, without possessing useful knowledge; sagacious in many individual cases without having real wisdom; fond of his power, and desirous to maintain and augment it, yet willing to resign the direction of that, and of himself, to the most unworthy favourites; a big and bold...
Page 435 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reach'd the noblest point of art, Whose pictured morals charm the mind, And through the eye correct the heart. If Genius fire thee, reader, stay, If nature touch thee, drop a tear, If neither move thee — turn away — For Hogarth's honour'd dust lies here.
Page 254 - And every hour, a thought in readiness, As though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs, and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance, Wreathed with error, and with ignorance. The stars be hid that led me to this pain; Drowned is reason that should be my comfort, And I remain, despairing of the port.