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Pagina 107 - Nay, fed as he was ( and this makes it a dark case) With sops every day from the lion's own pan, He lifts up his leg at the noble beast's carcase, And— does all a dog, so diminutive, can.
Pagina 93 - I've sent her. She ask'd me for Freedom and Right, But ill she her wants understood ; — Ball cartridges, morning and night, Is a dose that will do her more good. There is hardly a day of our lives But we read, in some amiable trials, How husbands make love to their wives Through the medium of hemp and of phials.
Pagina 83 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Pagina 63 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
Pagina 323 - He's fairly blown through six editions! In vain doth Edinburgh dispense Her blue and yellow pestilence (That plague so awful in my time To young and touchy sons of rhyme) — The Quarterly, at three months...
Pagina 172 - Count the bees that on Hybla are playing, Count the flowers that enamel its fields, Count the flocks that on Tempe are straying, Or the grain that rich Sicily yields, Go number the stars in the heaven, Count how many sands on the shore, When so many kisses you've given, I still shall be craving for more. To a heart full of love, let me hold thee, To a heart...
Pagina 11 - A minister's answer is always so kind! I starve, and he tells me he Ml keep me in mind. Half his promise, God knows, would my spirits restore : Let him keep me — and, faith, I will ask for no more.
Pagina 106 - are the rage) The whole Reminiscences, wond'rous and strange, Of a small puppy-dog, that liv'd once in the cage Of the late noble Lion at Exeter 'Change. Though the dog is a dog of the kind they call
Pagina 164 - It was drawn up by bishop Moreton, and dated from Greenwich, May 24, 1618, and it was to this effect:—" That for his good people's recreation, his majesty's pleasure was, that after the end of divine service, they should not be disturbed, letted, or discouraged, from any lawful recreations ; such as dancing, either of men or women, archery for men, leaping, vaulting, or any such harmless recreations ; nor having of may-games, whitson-ales, or morrice-dances, or setting up of may-poles, or other...
Pagina 11 - En vérité, mes Pères, il ya bien de la différence entre rire de la religion et rire de ceux qui la profanent par leurs opinions extravagantes. Ce serait une impiété de manquer de respect pour les vérités que l'esprit de Dieu a révélées : mais ce serait une autre impiété de manquer de mépris pour les faussetés que l'esprit de l'homme leur oppose.