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Pagina 71
... horses , equipage and hounds ; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth , Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth ; His seat , where solitary sports are seen , Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; Around ...
... horses , equipage and hounds ; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth , Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth ; His seat , where solitary sports are seen , Indignant spurns the cottage from the green ; Around ...
Pagina 94
... it's my utter aversion , And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian , So there I sat stuck , like a horse in a pound , While the bacon and liver went merrily round : But But what vex'd me most was that d - ' 94 THE HAUNCH OF VENISON .
... it's my utter aversion , And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Persian , So there I sat stuck , like a horse in a pound , While the bacon and liver went merrily round : But But what vex'd me most was that d - ' 94 THE HAUNCH OF VENISON .
Pagina 122
... horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft -'twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreating , If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Æsop's stag a creature blameless , Yet something vain , like ...
... horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft -'twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreating , If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Æsop's stag a creature blameless , Yet something vain , like ...
Pagina 140
... horse in the stable , but an arrant jade on a journey . For my own part , whenever I hear him mention the name on't , I'm always sure he's going to play the fool . Sir WILLIAM . Don't let us ascribe his faults to Sir 140 THE GOOD ...
... horse in the stable , but an arrant jade on a journey . For my own part , whenever I hear him mention the name on't , I'm always sure he's going to play the fool . Sir WILLIAM . Don't let us ascribe his faults to Sir 140 THE GOOD ...
Pagina 163
... less , when my precious wife was of the party On my conscience , I believe she could spread an horse- laugh through the pews of a tabernacle . M 2 LEONTINE . LEONTINE . Since you find so many objections to a THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN . 163.
... less , when my precious wife was of the party On my conscience , I believe she could spread an horse- laugh through the pews of a tabernacle . M 2 LEONTINE . LEONTINE . Since you find so many objections to a THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN . 163.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 28 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Pagina 105 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Pagina 60 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Pagina 61 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Pagina 108 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
Pagina 74 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Pagina 62 - Here to return, and die at home at last. 0 blest retirement, friend to life's decline ! Retreats from care that never must be mine — How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease...
Pagina 67 - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot.
Pagina 111 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Pagina 36 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.