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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... returned , in substance , the following reply : That , tinction , they would gladly comply with the highly flattered by his Majesty's peculiar dis command ; but begged of the Chamberlain to apprise his Majesty , that the performances ...
... returned , in substance , the following reply : That , tinction , they would gladly comply with the highly flattered by his Majesty's peculiar dis command ; but begged of the Chamberlain to apprise his Majesty , that the performances ...
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... returned they . “ So , so , my boys , " cried I , " you are like Balaam's ass , are you ? You could not speak until you saw the Angel ! " EQUANIMITY . - The celebrated Henderson was seldom known to be in a passion . When at Oxford , he ...
... returned they . “ So , so , my boys , " cried I , " you are like Balaam's ass , are you ? You could not speak until you saw the Angel ! " EQUANIMITY . - The celebrated Henderson was seldom known to be in a passion . When at Oxford , he ...
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... returned somewhat disappoint- ed to his inn , where he found a Baronet of high fame on the turf : - " My lad , " said he to Tom , " the landlord tells me that you › are a man of genius . - I'm glad of it , cross me : for I have not met ...
... returned somewhat disappoint- ed to his inn , where he found a Baronet of high fame on the turf : - " My lad , " said he to Tom , " the landlord tells me that you › are a man of genius . - I'm glad of it , cross me : for I have not met ...
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... returned he , with great vivacity , " why I have but four in my whole kingdom , and I design to hang two of them as soon as I get home . ' TOM KING , One of Thalia's greatest favorites , but whose cause the blind goddess but seldom ...
... returned he , with great vivacity , " why I have but four in my whole kingdom , and I design to hang two of them as soon as I get home . ' TOM KING , One of Thalia's greatest favorites , but whose cause the blind goddess but seldom ...
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... returned , he asked if the horses were ready . " Yes , Sir , " says the servant . " Go bring them out then , " said the Dean . " I have not had my breakfast yet , Sir , " replied Tom . " Oh ! no matter for that , ( said the Dean ) if ...
... returned , he asked if the horses were ready . " Yes , Sir , " says the servant . " Go bring them out then , " said the Dean . " I have not had my breakfast yet , Sir , " replied Tom . " Oh ! no matter for that , ( said the Dean ) if ...
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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.