...those noble and permanet objects which are so superior to those which are lowly and material.-j' * " Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus; Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, ' Or wallow naked in December snows, By thinking...

...unhallowed wall it glides, " Where all its purity and lustre fails." ON THE COLD MONTH OF APRIL, 1771, Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ; Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ; Or wallow naked...

...unhallowed wall it glides, " Where all its purity and lustre fails." OK THE COLD MONTH OF APRIL, 1771. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ; Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ; Or wallow naked...

...For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Baling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked...

...former of thefe phrafes, and the words imagination and apprchenjion as fynonymous with each other. Who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the...By bare imagination of a feaft ? Or wallow naked in December's fnow, By thinking on fantaftic fummer's heat ? Oh no ! the apprehenfion of the good Gives...

...of them would sure have stirr'd remorse. Tressel. Take comfort, sir, and hope a better day. K. Hen. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or wallow, naked, in December's snow, By bare remembrance of the summer's heat ?...

...of the wearer ! How many then should cover that stand bare ! How many be commanded, that command ! Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus P Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite. By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked...

...of them would sure have stirr'd remorse. Tressel. Take comfort, sir, and hope a better day. K. Hen. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or wallow, naked, in December's snow, By bare remembrance of the summer's heat ?...

...people have traced your unwearied attention to the national debt. Who, says your favourite poet, " Who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus >'' But the millions so often in your mouth have some little connexion with the money...

...For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Baling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked...