The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 46
Page 62
... thee , this unpitied love ? Thy own warm blush within the water glows , With thee , the coloured shadow comes and goes : Its empty being on thyself relies ; Step thou aside , and the frail charmer dies . The oracle of the law , sir ...
... thee , this unpitied love ? Thy own warm blush within the water glows , With thee , the coloured shadow comes and goes : Its empty being on thyself relies ; Step thou aside , and the frail charmer dies . The oracle of the law , sir ...
Page 93
... thee ! monarch of my soul ; Who guid'st my veins ' mad rolling flood ; Proud chieftain ! of supreme control . Crown'd with lightning , thron'd in storm , First born in battle's raging force ; Thy mandate bids the phalanx form , Where ...
... thee ! monarch of my soul ; Who guid'st my veins ' mad rolling flood ; Proud chieftain ! of supreme control . Crown'd with lightning , thron'd in storm , First born in battle's raging force ; Thy mandate bids the phalanx form , Where ...
Page 94
... thee that we entwine Those laurels which the sword has shorn . And that mild dictate comes from thee , Which teaches Pride to stoop his crest ; Bending , to gentle courtesy , The fiercer inmates of his breast . FOR THE PORT FOLIO . L ...
... thee that we entwine Those laurels which the sword has shorn . And that mild dictate comes from thee , Which teaches Pride to stoop his crest ; Bending , to gentle courtesy , The fiercer inmates of his breast . FOR THE PORT FOLIO . L ...
Page 97
... thee befriend , Upon thee shall Prosperity attend , And heavenly prospects cheer thee in the end . " W. FOR THE PORT FOLIO . Is Mr. Oldschool will but give the author credit for his intention , he is at perfect liberty to call him a ...
... thee befriend , Upon thee shall Prosperity attend , And heavenly prospects cheer thee in the end . " W. FOR THE PORT FOLIO . Is Mr. Oldschool will but give the author credit for his intention , he is at perfect liberty to call him a ...
Page 188
... Thee and I never quarrelled Tom , and what's the reason we should not fight ? " At one o'clock the com- batants stripped for glory , and Maltby was rather the favourite , but betting was very slack , the one man being unknown , and few ...
... Thee and I never quarrelled Tom , and what's the reason we should not fight ? " At one o'clock the com- batants stripped for glory , and Maltby was rather the favourite , but betting was very slack , the one man being unknown , and few ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
admiration Aldermen appears Aristophanes Bailiffs beautiful Burgesses character charms Cooke Corporation death delight dollars effect elegant eminent England English epigrams Euripides excellent fame favour feel Fisher Ames genius gentleman George Frederick Cooke give hand heart honour instance interest labour lady language late learned Lebrun letters Lisbon living lord Macbeth manner Mayor ment merit mind nation nature never night Number of voters o'er object observed OLDSCHOOL opinion Othello passion Patron persons Philadelphia Plautus pleasure poem poet poetry PORT FOLIO present racter readers Returning officer Right of Election river scene Scot and Lot sends sentiments Shakspeare side soul spelling spirit style talents taste theatre thee thing thou thought Tibullus tion verses virtue Voltaire whole words writing young youth
Popular passages
Page 195 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Page 193 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
Page 197 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
Page 195 - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
Page 59 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
Page 524 - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
Page 194 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
Page 76 - No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk in his garden or elsewhere, except reverently to and from meeting. "No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep house, cut hair, or shave, on the Sabbath day.
Page 196 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
Page 416 - The engines thundered through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced. And one, the leader of the band, From Charing Cross along the Strand, Like stag by beagles hunted hard, Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.