The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
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... thee bestow ; Alas , the sexton is thy banker now ! A dismal banker must that banker be , • JOSEPH ADDISON , the son of Lancelot Addison , Who gives no bills but of mortality . SWIFT . 15 An Elegy on the Death of Demar YOUNG.
... thee bestow ; Alas , the sexton is thy banker now ! A dismal banker must that banker be , • JOSEPH ADDISON , the son of Lancelot Addison , Who gives no bills but of mortality . SWIFT . 15 An Elegy on the Death of Demar YOUNG.
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... Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The ...
... Thee , goddess , thee , Britannia's isle adores ; How has she oft exhausted all her stores , How oft in fields of death thy presence sought , Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought ! On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The ...
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... had his dotage run ? But God , to save the father , took the son . To all but thee , in fits he seem'd to go , The poor fond parent , humbled in the dust , ( And ' twas my ministry to deal the blow , ) ` 40 PARNELL .
... had his dotage run ? But God , to save the father , took the son . To all but thee , in fits he seem'd to go , The poor fond parent , humbled in the dust , ( And ' twas my ministry to deal the blow , ) ` 40 PARNELL .
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... glorious ancestors enlarge , Produce their debt , instead of their discharge . Dorset , let those who proudly boast their line , Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own Like thee , in worth hereditary , shine . YOUNG . .47.
... glorious ancestors enlarge , Produce their debt , instead of their discharge . Dorset , let those who proudly boast their line , Vain as false greatness is , the Muse must own Like thee , in worth hereditary , shine . YOUNG . .47.
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... thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field , Or ripest berries that our mountains yield : The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree Are far inferior to a kiss of thee . PEGGY . But Patrick for some wicked end may fleech , And lambs ...
... thee I tent nae flowers that busk the field , Or ripest berries that our mountains yield : The sweetest fruits that hing upon the tree Are far inferior to a kiss of thee . PEGGY . But Patrick for some wicked end may fleech , And lambs ...
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Страница 75 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Страница 147 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Страница 77 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Страница 33 - tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 207 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Страница 50 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Страница 120 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Страница 168 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Страница 210 - TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Страница 167 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.