Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending, (with Many Original Articles of Interest and Amusement,) a Compilation from the Most Esteemed Authors of Former Times : with a Selection from the Most Approved Works of Present Day; and Forming an Elegant Repository for the Flowers of Ancient and Modern Literature..., Объемы 1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... mind your hits , may be , you'll be the dominy . But mind , I like your sonorous voices , and my spouse wants a deal of action ; so mind , loud and sonorous , and plenty of mascular motion for my spouse ! Move off , Sir , move off ; I ...
... mind your hits , may be , you'll be the dominy . But mind , I like your sonorous voices , and my spouse wants a deal of action ; so mind , loud and sonorous , and plenty of mascular motion for my spouse ! Move off , Sir , move off ; I ...
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... mind ) to your agreeable family ; and give my service to my inother , if you see her , for , as you express it in Ireland , I have a sneaking kindness for her still . Direct to me- Student in Physic , in Edinburgh . OTHELLO , The Moor ...
... mind ) to your agreeable family ; and give my service to my inother , if you see her , for , as you express it in Ireland , I have a sneaking kindness for her still . Direct to me- Student in Physic , in Edinburgh . OTHELLO , The Moor ...
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... mind in deepest shade- Celestial visions , pure and bright , And Angel visits duly paid , May break on this dark wint'ry state , And cheer the blind - the insulate . Oh God ! if such communion be The solace of his loneliness- If his ...
... mind in deepest shade- Celestial visions , pure and bright , And Angel visits duly paid , May break on this dark wint'ry state , And cheer the blind - the insulate . Oh God ! if such communion be The solace of his loneliness- If his ...
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... mind receives the dart , Enjoyment whets desire . Your charms each slavish sense controul , A tyrant's short - liv'd reign ; But milder reason rules the soul , Nor time can break the chain . By age your beauties will decay , Your mind ...
... mind receives the dart , Enjoyment whets desire . Your charms each slavish sense controul , A tyrant's short - liv'd reign ; But milder reason rules the soul , Nor time can break the chain . By age your beauties will decay , Your mind ...
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... mind and heart are worse I deem , And strugglings to escape renew'd in vain : Like thine , bright star , when I beheld thee last , Edging a thunder - cloud rent by the fitful blast . · Verses . ORIGINAL STANZAS On the Birth of a Young ...
... mind and heart are worse I deem , And strugglings to escape renew'd in vain : Like thine , bright star , when I beheld thee last , Edging a thunder - cloud rent by the fitful blast . · Verses . ORIGINAL STANZAS On the Birth of a Young ...
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Стр. 79 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Стр. 139 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, And only then, — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again ! OH BANQUET NOT.
Стр. 78 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Стр. 168 - In life can Love be bought with gold ? Are Friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No — all that's worth a wish, a thought, Fair Virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought. Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, Let nobler views engage thy mind.
Стр. 78 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Стр. 82 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Стр. 47 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells...
Стр. 78 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Стр. 38 - Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Стр. 62 - The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran.