The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal, Volume 60
Ralph Griffiths, G. E. Griffiths
R. Griffiths, 1779 - Books
A monthly book announcement and review journal. Considered to be the first periodical in England to offer reviews. In each issue the longer reviews are in the front section followed by short reviews of lesser works. It featured the novelist and poet Oliver Goldsmith as an early contributor. Griffiths himself, and likely his wife Isabella Griffiths, contributed review articles to the periodical. Later contributors included Dr. Charles Burney, John Cleland, Theophilus Cibber, James Grainger, Anna Letitia Barbauld, Elizabeth Moody, and Tobias Smollet.
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Page 289 - ... wants that exaltation above common life, which in tragick or heroick writings often reconciles us to bold flights and daring figures. Pastoral being the 'representation of an action or passion, by its effects upon a country life', has nothing peculiar but its confinement to rural imagery, without which it ceases to be pastoral.
Page 207 - Let them praise the name of the LORD; For his name alone is exalted: His glory is above the earth and heaven.
Page 1 - Whiteboys was this: — Some landlords in Munster set their lands to cottiers far above their value; and, to lighten their burden, allowed commonage to their tenants by way of recompense; afterwards, in despite of all equity, contrary to all compacts, the landlords enclosed these commons, and precluded their unhappy tenants from the only means of making their bargains tolerable.
Page 22 - In the summer, still a few are to be seen in the water in deep devotion up to their chins for hours, sending up their prayers, or performing a number of evolutions round the polygonal well, or threading the arch between well and well a prescribed number of times.
Page 455 - Terra : a philosophical discourse of earth, relating to the culture and improvement of it for vegetation, and the propagation of plants, &c.
Page 270 - One day, having landed on the shore of the Mississippi, some miles below Lake Pepin, whilst my attendants were preparing my dinner, I walked out to take a view of the adjacent country. I had not proceeded far before I came to a fine, level, open plain, on which I perceived at a little distance a partial elevation, that had the appearance of an intrenchment.
Page 254 - ... other on a large stage towards the sea, supported likewise by posts in rather deeper water than those that support the tenement. On this stage the canoes are hauled up ; and from this the boats are ready for a launch at any time of tide, if the Haraforas* attack from the land ; if they attack by sea, the Papuas take to the woods. The married people, unmarried women and children, live in these large tenements, which, as I have said, have two doors, the one to the long narrow stage that leads to...
Page 445 - Amour timide. If in that breast, so good, so pure, Compassion ever lov'd to dwell, Pity the sorrows I endure ; The cause — I must not, dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet preys — * That rends my heart — that checks my tongue, — I fear will last me all my days, But feel it will not last me long...
Page 446 - I trusted: — (who from faults is always free?) And the short progress of one fatal day Was all the space 'twixt wealth and poverty. Where could I seek for comfort or for aid ? To whom the ruins of my state commend? Left to myself, abandon'd and betray'd, Too late I found, the wretched have no friend! E'en he amid the rest, the favour'd youth, Whose vows had met the tenderest warm return , Forgot his oaths of constancy and truth, And left my child in solitude to mourn. Pity in vain stretch'd forth...