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Pàgina 6
... foul : ' Tis thus the bufy beat the air , 135 And mifers gather wealth and care . Now , ev'n now , my joys run high , As on the mountain - turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fings , And in the vale perfumes his wings ; 140 While the ...
... foul : ' Tis thus the bufy beat the air , 135 And mifers gather wealth and care . Now , ev'n now , my joys run high , As on the mountain - turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fings , And in the vale perfumes his wings ; 140 While the ...
Pàgina 10
... foul that scorns a dirty job , Loves a good rhyme , and hates a mob , I mean who a ' n't freeholders . THE WAY TO BE WISE . IMITATED FROM LA FONTAINE . BY THE SAME . POOR OR Jenny , am'rous , young , and gay , Having by man been led ...
... foul that scorns a dirty job , Loves a good rhyme , and hates a mob , I mean who a ' n't freeholders . THE WAY TO BE WISE . IMITATED FROM LA FONTAINE . BY THE SAME . POOR OR Jenny , am'rous , young , and gay , Having by man been led ...
Pàgina 11
... Experience , madam , makes folks wife , ' Tis that has made her fuch ; And we , poor fouls , no doubt fhou'd be 15 As pious , and as wife , as fhe , If we had feen as much . PIPE OF TOBACCO : IN IMITATION OF SIX SEVERAL AUTHORS JENYNS . II.
... Experience , madam , makes folks wife , ' Tis that has made her fuch ; And we , poor fouls , no doubt fhou'd be 15 As pious , and as wife , as fhe , If we had feen as much . PIPE OF TOBACCO : IN IMITATION OF SIX SEVERAL AUTHORS JENYNS . II.
Pàgina 15
... nubem . Turbine fumantem piceo . Thou , matur'd by glad Hesperian funs , TOBACCO , fountain pure of limpid truth , a Poem on Liberty , ver . 12 . VIRG . That looks the very foul ; whence pouring thought Swarms BROWNE . 15.
... nubem . Turbine fumantem piceo . Thou , matur'd by glad Hesperian funs , TOBACCO , fountain pure of limpid truth , a Poem on Liberty , ver . 12 . VIRG . That looks the very foul ; whence pouring thought Swarms BROWNE . 15.
Pàgina 16
T AGERTON. That looks the very foul ; whence pouring thought Swarms all the mind ; abforpt is yellow care , And at each puff imagination burus . d S 10 Flash on thy bard , and with exalting fires , Touch the mysterious lip , that chaunts ...
T AGERTON. That looks the very foul ; whence pouring thought Swarms all the mind ; abforpt is yellow care , And at each puff imagination burus . d S 10 Flash on thy bard , and with exalting fires , Touch the mysterious lip , that chaunts ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Pàgina 91 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pàgina 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Pàgina 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pàgina 89 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pàgina 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pàgina 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Pàgina 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Pàgina 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.