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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... rise If thou could'st make the courtier void The worm that never dies . THE PEER AND THE PEDLAR . A member of the modern great Pass'd Sawney with his budget , The peer was in a car of a state , The pedlar forc'd to trudge it . " But ...
... rise If thou could'st make the courtier void The worm that never dies . THE PEER AND THE PEDLAR . A member of the modern great Pass'd Sawney with his budget , The peer was in a car of a state , The pedlar forc'd to trudge it . " But ...
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... rise ; The butter'd bread , the coffee'd milk , Shall be my morning sacrifice . Thee will I thank , and bless again , When reeks the ham upon my board ; Thou giv'st the crout , the cole , the beans , And all that garden - beds afford ...
... rise ; The butter'd bread , the coffee'd milk , Shall be my morning sacrifice . Thee will I thank , and bless again , When reeks the ham upon my board ; Thou giv'st the crout , the cole , the beans , And all that garden - beds afford ...
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... rising or setting it matters not , -still We round again , round again , tread in the mill . In streets , as the vot'ries of fashion we pass'd , At the plays , as wise authors our talents were cast , With the high and the low , with the ...
... rising or setting it matters not , -still We round again , round again , tread in the mill . In streets , as the vot'ries of fashion we pass'd , At the plays , as wise authors our talents were cast , With the high and the low , with the ...
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... rising from the grave , with astonishment in his face , and opening a curtain to see what is the matter . Some wag wrote under the figure : Lie still if you're wise ; You'll be damn'd if you rise . ON THE LAW . • Unhappy Chremes ...
... rising from the grave , with astonishment in his face , and opening a curtain to see what is the matter . Some wag wrote under the figure : Lie still if you're wise ; You'll be damn'd if you rise . ON THE LAW . • Unhappy Chremes ...
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... rise to the following epigram ; When Gifford commenc'd his attack on the Queen , Loud rattled the thunder , red lightnings were seen ; When Copley summed up all he'd prov'd had been done , ' Twas almost a total eclipse of the Sun ; In ...
... rise to the following epigram ; When Gifford commenc'd his attack on the Queen , Loud rattled the thunder , red lightnings were seen ; When Copley summed up all he'd prov'd had been done , ' Twas almost a total eclipse of the Sun ; In ...
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The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One ... George Wentworth Volledige weergave - 1824 |
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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...