The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One Thousand Choice Epigrams, Fanciful Inscriptons, and Poetical MorceauxA. Robertson, 1824 - 383 pagina's |
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Pagina 35
... reason is , d'ye see , U cannot come till after T. ( Tea ) , ON PERCEIVING A FELON GIBBETED NEAR THE SEAT OF GOVERNMENT . Alas , how unequal does fortune distribute ! — The poor thief that robs , seldom misses a gibbet ; Whilst those ...
... reason is , d'ye see , U cannot come till after T. ( Tea ) , ON PERCEIVING A FELON GIBBETED NEAR THE SEAT OF GOVERNMENT . Alas , how unequal does fortune distribute ! — The poor thief that robs , seldom misses a gibbet ; Whilst those ...
Pagina 39
... reason wherefore I do wish thee so , Is , every year we have a new you know . GRATITUDE TO THE CREATOR FOR DAILY BLESSINGS . A Hymn from the Low Dutch , being twenty seven thousand and nineteenth of Frankenan's Collection . See p . 403 ...
... reason wherefore I do wish thee so , Is , every year we have a new you know . GRATITUDE TO THE CREATOR FOR DAILY BLESSINGS . A Hymn from the Low Dutch , being twenty seven thousand and nineteenth of Frankenan's Collection . See p . 403 ...
Pagina 43
... REASON FOR THICK ANCLES . I cannot comprehend , says Dick , What ' tis that makes my legs so thick ; You do not comprehend , says Harry , How great a calf they have to carry . REASON FOR WOMEN HAVING NO BEARDS . Nature wisely ordering ...
... REASON FOR THICK ANCLES . I cannot comprehend , says Dick , What ' tis that makes my legs so thick ; You do not comprehend , says Harry , How great a calf they have to carry . REASON FOR WOMEN HAVING NO BEARDS . Nature wisely ordering ...
Pagina 66
... reason why- I could not chuse a fop , or beau , Or fribble who delights in show ; No rake shall ever me infest , A clown I certainly detest . Beauty and wealth I don't require , Such things were never my desire ; Let him have virtue ...
... reason why- I could not chuse a fop , or beau , Or fribble who delights in show ; No rake shall ever me infest , A clown I certainly detest . Beauty and wealth I don't require , Such things were never my desire ; Let him have virtue ...
Pagina 80
... reason why ? Where'er he goes he follows his nose , And that stands all awry . A MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE . By Dean Swift . Under this hedge , in stormy weather , I joined this whore and rogue together ; And none but him who made the ...
... reason why ? Where'er he goes he follows his nose , And that stands all awry . A MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE . By Dean Swift . Under this hedge , in stormy weather , I joined this whore and rogue together ; And none but him who made the ...
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Pagina 217 - And all things weigh'd in custom's falsest scale ; Opinion an omnipotence, — whose veil Mantles the earth with darkness, until right And wrong are accidents, and men grow pale Lest their own judgments should become too bright, And their free thoughts be crimes, and earth have too much light.
Pagina 149 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Pagina 241 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Pagina 105 - When monarch Reason sleeps, this mimic wakes: Compounds a medley of disjointed things, A mob of cobblers, and a court of kings: Light fumes are merry, grosser fumes are sad: Both are the reasonable soul run mad: And many monstrous forms in sleep we see, That neither were, nor are, nor e'er can be.
Pagina 42 - On a Girdle That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Pagina 241 - Touched by remembrance trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Pagina 230 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Pagina 228 - THEY tell us of an Indian' tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to> wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide- and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had births.. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee I LOVE AND HYMEN.
Pagina 218 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
Pagina 218 - Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth ; But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep , even in the bosom of the north : So shall...