The Mirror: A Periodical Paper Published in Edinburgh in the Years 1779 and 1780, Volume 1

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J. Richardson, 1822
 

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Page 251 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 276 - And, he gave it for his opinion, that, whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 123 - Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 193 - I descend to the grave, May I a small house and large garden have, And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too ! And since love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as...
Page 122 - And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Page 68 - The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven, but thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course.
Page 150 - Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness ; and constrains the garb Quite from his nature : ,he cannot flatter, he ! — An honest mind and plain, — he must speak truth ! An they will take it, so ; if not, he's plain.
Page 122 - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
Page 68 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls, and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Page 229 - Father of mercies," said he, " forgive these tears; assist thy servant to lift up his soul to thee; to lift to thee the souls of thy people. My friends, it is good so to do, at all seasons it is good ; but in the days of our distress, what a privilege it is ! Well saith the sacred book, ' Trust in the Lord ; at all times trust in the Lord.

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