The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One Thousand Choice Epigrams, Fanciful Inscriptons, and Poetical MorceauxA. Robertson, 1824 - 383 pages |
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... replied : - : - " A girl of nineteen may love Gould , it is true ; " But believe me , dear sir , it is Gold without U. ” THREE SWALLOWS MAKE A SUMMER . One sharp frosty day , his Majesty , when Prince of Wales went into the Thatched ...
... replied : - : - " A girl of nineteen may love Gould , it is true ; " But believe me , dear sir , it is Gold without U. ” THREE SWALLOWS MAKE A SUMMER . One sharp frosty day , his Majesty , when Prince of Wales went into the Thatched ...
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... replied , " By my conscience , my jewel , why really , If he'd lived till to day , he'd been dead a whole week ! " ON FINDING A PAIR OF SHOES IN THE BED OF A LADY , Well may suspicion shake its head , Well may Clarinda's spouse be ...
... replied , " By my conscience , my jewel , why really , If he'd lived till to day , he'd been dead a whole week ! " ON FINDING A PAIR OF SHOES IN THE BED OF A LADY , Well may suspicion shake its head , Well may Clarinda's spouse be ...
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... replied my beneficent fair , " The possession of one would bring raptures so rare , " I'd have given you up the whole jazey . " ON A LADY , Who teazed a Poet to compare her to the Sun. What means the woman by her pother , That I should ...
... replied my beneficent fair , " The possession of one would bring raptures so rare , " I'd have given you up the whole jazey . " ON A LADY , Who teazed a Poet to compare her to the Sun. What means the woman by her pother , That I should ...
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... , " I wish some good fellow would show ; " Why hark , ( replied one , ) ' twill bring in a round sum , " Tax each curse that is vented on you . " * Pitt the younger . POETICAL BARBERS . Partridge , in Tom Jones , was NOTE BOOK . 35.
... , " I wish some good fellow would show ; " Why hark , ( replied one , ) ' twill bring in a round sum , " Tax each curse that is vented on you . " * Pitt the younger . POETICAL BARBERS . Partridge , in Tom Jones , was NOTE BOOK . 35.
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... replied N THE QUEEN'S TRIAL . On hearing it asserted that Queen Coroline had not a fair Trial . ' Tis false the trial of the Queen is fair , : - Therefore , another time pray change your story ; Of Law and Justice she must have her ...
... replied N THE QUEEN'S TRIAL . On hearing it asserted that Queen Coroline had not a fair Trial . ' Tis false the trial of the Queen is fair , : - Therefore , another time pray change your story ; Of Law and Justice she must have her ...
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Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...