The Director: A Weekly Literary Journal: Containing I. Essays, on Subjects of Literature, the Fine Arts and Manners. II. Bibliographana. Account of Rare and Curious Books and of the Book Sales in this Country, from the Close of the Seventeenth Century. III. Royal Institution. Analyses of the Lectures Delivered Weekly. IV. British Gallery. Description of the Principal Pictures Exhibited ... V. 1-2: Jan. 24-July 4, 1807, Volume 2
Thomas Frognall Dibdin, Frognall
Longman, Hurst, 1807 - Periodicals
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Page 83 - PAPPE with an hatchet, alias, a figge for my God Sonne, or Cracke me this nut, or a Countrie cuffe, that is, a sound boxe of the eare, for the idiot Martin to hold his peace, seeing the patch will take no warning.
Page 140 - A disclosing of the great bull, and certain calves that he hath gotten, and specially the monster bull that roared at my lord byshops gate.
Page 89 - Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo! HENLEY stands, Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands. How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue ! How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung!
Page 249 - A man's pride shall bring him low: but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit.
Page 90 - Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands. How fluent nonsense trickles from his tongue ! How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung!
Page 195 - Canvas and wood, and even stone, will decay. The work of a great artist loses all its spirit in the copy. Words are mutable and fleeting ; and the genius of poetry is often dissipated in translation. The compositions of music may remain, but the hand of execution may be wanting. Nature cannot decay ; the language of her interpreters will be the same in all times. It will be an universal tongue speaking to all countries, and all ages, the excellence of the work, and the wisdom of the Creator.
Page 358 - The fame that a man wins himself is best ; That he may call his own : honours put to him Make him no more a man than his clothes do, Which are as soon ta'en off; for in the warmth The heat comes from the body, not the weeds ; So man's true fame must strike from his own deeds.
Page 252 - ... my sin hath blurred ; enlighten my understanding with thy truth; rectify my judgment with thy word; direct my will with thy spirit; strengthen my memory to retain good things; order my affections, that I may love thee above all things ; increase my faith ; encourage my hope; quicken my charity; sweeten my thoughts with thy grace; season my words with thy spirit; sanctify my actions with thy wisdom; subdue the insolence of my rebellious flesh ; restrain the fury of my unbridled passions; reform...