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Pàgina vi
... had contracted of gaming , the arts of which he knew very little of , and confequently became the prey of those who were unprincipled enough to take advantage of his ignorance . Juft Just before his death he had formed a defign for ( vi )
... had contracted of gaming , the arts of which he knew very little of , and confequently became the prey of those who were unprincipled enough to take advantage of his ignorance . Juft Just before his death he had formed a defign for ( vi )
Pàgina 10
... knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulfe , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honour , yet fearing to roam , The coachman was tipfy , the chariot drove home ; Would ...
... knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulfe , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honour , yet fearing to roam , The coachman was tipfy , the chariot drove home ; Would ...
Pàgina 15
... knew when he pleas'd 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 , almoft to disease , Who pepper'd the highest ...
... knew when he pleas'd 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 , almoft to disease , Who pepper'd the highest ...
Pàgina 11
... knew him well , and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning - face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his THE DESERTED VILLAGE . II.
... knew him well , and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning - face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his THE DESERTED VILLAGE . II.
Pàgina 12
... knew ; ' Twas certain he could write , and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides prefage , And even the ftory ran that he could gauge . In arguing too , the parfon owned his skill ; For even tho ' vanquished , he could ...
... knew ; ' Twas certain he could write , and cypher too ; Lands he could measure , terms and tides prefage , And even the ftory ran that he could gauge . In arguing too , the parfon owned his skill ; For even tho ' vanquished , he could ...
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Pàgina 11 - The village master taught his little school: A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Pàgina 18 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Pàgina 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pàgina 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pàgina 10 - 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 20 - The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And...
Pàgina 11 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Pàgina 4 - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Pàgina 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Pàgina 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...