The Bee, Or Literary Intelligencer, Volume 8

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James Anderson
Mundell and Son, Parliament Stairs, 1792

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Page 258 - I'll be rather. Would the world now adopt me for her heir, Would beauty's queen entitle me " the fair," Fame speak me fortune's minion, could I vie Angels...
Page 19 - Benares, and in other places, wear very thin plates of gold, called ticas, slightly fixed by way of ornament between their eye-brows; and when they pass through the streets, it is not uncommon for the youthful libertines, who amuse themselves with training...
Page 75 - English chronicler who lived at the end of the thirteenth and beginning of the fourteenth century, was a canon-regular of the order of St. Austin at Bridlington in Yorkshire. He translated from the Latin into French verse Herbert Bosenham's (or Boscam's) ' Life of Thomas a Becket,' and compiled, likewise in French verse, a 'Chronicle of England...
Page 151 - Hail wedded love! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driv'n from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother, first were known.
Page 325 - The two fields next to me, from the first of which I have walled — no, no— paled in about as much as my garden consisted of before, so that the walk runs round the hedge, where you may figure me walking any time of the day, and sometimes of the night.
Page 258 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster :— Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives : Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever Fortune would have made them mine; And hold one minute of this holy leisure, Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.
Page 327 - Now that I am prating of myself, know that, after fourteen or fifteen years, the ' Castle of Indolence.
Page 118 - Friend, you and I serve the two greatest masters existing, but in different callings ; you beat up for volunteers for King George, I for the Lord Jesus. In God's name, then, let us not interrupt each other; the world is wide enough for both ; and we may get recruits in abundance.
Page 168 - Indies, belonging to a private company, whose existence had been deemed prejudicial to the commonwealth. What then were the fruits which Britain reaped from this long and desperate war ? A dreadful expense of blood and treasure '', disgrace upon disgrace, an additional load of grievous impositions, and the national debt accumulated to the enormous sum of eighty millions sterling.
Page 328 - All our friends are pretty much in statu quo, except it be poor Mr. Lyttelton. He has had the severest trial a human tender heart can have ;{ but the old physician, time, will at last close up his wounds, though there must always remain an inward smarting.

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