The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One Thousand Choice Epigrams, Fanciful Inscriptons, and Poetical MorceauxA. Robertson, 1824 - Всего страниц: 383 |
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... wise . ees yys DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOULD AND GOLD . An old gentleman of the name of Gould , lutely married a girl scarcely nineteen years of age . After the wedding the juvenile bride- groom addressed to his friend Dr. G―― the following ...
... wise . ees yys DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOULD AND GOLD . An old gentleman of the name of Gould , lutely married a girl scarcely nineteen years of age . After the wedding the juvenile bride- groom addressed to his friend Dr. G―― the following ...
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... wise to take counsel , too proud to take warning , That he sent to all three a challenge next morning : Three duels he fought , thrice ventur'd his life ; Went home and was cudgel'd again by his wife . IMPROMPTU . On the Election of a ...
... wise to take counsel , too proud to take warning , That he sent to all three a challenge next morning : Three duels he fought , thrice ventur'd his life ; Went home and was cudgel'd again by his wife . IMPROMPTU . On the Election of a ...
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... difference I will tell . " Scarlett's a counsel learned we know , " Whose talents oft surprise ; " Thou art a counsel , friend , also , " But surely not like - wise . THE DECEASED WIFE . We lived one and twenty years NOTE BOOK . 27.
... difference I will tell . " Scarlett's a counsel learned we know , " Whose talents oft surprise ; " Thou art a counsel , friend , also , " But surely not like - wise . THE DECEASED WIFE . We lived one and twenty years NOTE BOOK . 27.
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... we pass'd , At the plays , as wise authors our talents were cast , With the high and the low , with the dupes and the flash , We were never without an abundance of cash : O rueful lament - how depriv'd of our skill ! 40 THE POETICAL 3 ...
... we pass'd , At the plays , as wise authors our talents were cast , With the high and the low , with the dupes and the flash , We were never without an abundance of cash : O rueful lament - how depriv'd of our skill ! 40 THE POETICAL 3 ...
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... wise , Kings would not play at . Nations would do well , To extort their truncheon from the puny grasp Of heroes , whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief ; and who spoil Because men suffer them , their toy , the world ...
... wise , Kings would not play at . Nations would do well , To extort their truncheon from the puny grasp Of heroes , whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief ; and who spoil Because men suffer them , their toy , the world ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...