The New monthly magazine and universal register. [Continued as] The New monthly magazine and literary journal (and humorist) [afterw.] The New monthly (magazine).

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Page 283 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 235 - With dishes piled, and meats of noblest sort And savour ; beasts of chase, or fowl of game, In pastry built, or from the spit, or boil'd, Gris-amber-steam'd ; all fish, from sea or shore, Freshet, or purling brook, of shell or fin, And exquisitest name, for which was drain'd Pontus, and Lucrine bay, and Afric coast.
Page 256 - Two delightful roads, that you would call dusty, supply me continually with coaches and chaises : barges as solemn as barons of the exchequer move under my window ; Richmond Hill and Ham Walks bound my prospect; but, thank God ! the Thames is between me and the Duchess of Queensberry. Dowagers as plenty as flounders inhabit all around, and Pope's ghost is just now skimming under my window by a most poetical moonlight...
Page 221 - HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Page 362 - I have hitherto contented myself with the ridiculous part of him, which is enough, in all conscience, to employ one man ; even without the story of his late fall at the Old Devil, where he broke no ribs, because the hardness of the stairs could reach no bones ; and for my part, I do not wonder how he came to fall, for I have always known him heavy : the miracle is, how he got up again.
Page 200 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Page 432 - twas wealth gave joy and mirth, And that to be the dearest wife Of one who labour'd all his life, To make a mine of gold his own, And not spend sixpence when he'd done, Was heaven upon earth. When these two blades had done, d'ye see, The feather (as it might be me) Steps out, sir, from behind the screen, With such an air, and such a mien, Look you, old gentleman, in short, He quickly spoil'd the statesman's sport.
Page 274 - ... and his being zealous for toleration, together with his cold behaviour towards the clergy, gave them generally very ill impressions of him ; in his deportment towards all about him he seemed to make little distinction between the good and the bad, and those who served him...
Page 141 - Vanessa, not in years a score, Dreams of a gown of forty-four ; Imaginary charms can find In eyes with reading almost blind : Cadenus now no more appears Declined in health, advanced in years. She fancies music in his tongue ; Nor farther looks, but thinks him young...
Page 362 - had become bent like a Z.' ' My legs,' he adds, ' first made an obtuse angle with my thighs, then a right and at last an acute angle ; my thighs made another with my body.

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