Anthologia: A Collection of Epigrams, Ludicrous Epitaphs, Sonnets, Tales, Miscellaneous Anecdotes, &c. &c., Interspersed with OriginalsC. Spilsbury and sold by S. Highley, 1807 - 184 pages |
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... soul must go ; For dam'me if I ha'n't lost ev'ry toe ! " But , brother sinner , do explain How ' tis that you are not in pain ? What pow'r has work'd a wonder for your toes ; While I , just like a snail , am crawling 82.
... soul must go ; For dam'me if I ha'n't lost ev'ry toe ! " But , brother sinner , do explain How ' tis that you are not in pain ? What pow'r has work'd a wonder for your toes ; While I , just like a snail , am crawling 82.
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... pow'r prepare-- Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let Flatt'ry spread her viewless snare , And Fame attract his vagrant glance : Let sprightly Pleasure , too , advance , Unveil'd her L. 2 147 And, more to mark the gloomy void, ...
... pow'r prepare-- Bid brighter phantoms round him dance ; Let Flatt'ry spread her viewless snare , And Fame attract his vagrant glance : Let sprightly Pleasure , too , advance , Unveil'd her L. 2 147 And, more to mark the gloomy void, ...
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... now , worn by feeble age , I'm rich ; but wretched still in either stage : When wealth I could enjoy , I then had none ; Now plenty's come , all pow'r of use is gone . ON SEEING THE LATE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE IN A HALF 162.
... now , worn by feeble age , I'm rich ; but wretched still in either stage : When wealth I could enjoy , I then had none ; Now plenty's come , all pow'r of use is gone . ON SEEING THE LATE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE IN A HALF 162.
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... Pow'r the source , And all her magic to thy eyes is given ; We own their empire , while we feel their force , Beaming with the benignity of Heav'n . The plumy helmet and the martial mien Might dignify Minerva's awful charms ; But more ...
... Pow'r the source , And all her magic to thy eyes is given ; We own their empire , while we feel their force , Beaming with the benignity of Heav'n . The plumy helmet and the martial mien Might dignify Minerva's awful charms ; But more ...
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... pow'r and triumphs tell ; Fresh blooming flow'rs his brows adorn , Offsprings of the verdant lawn ; His potent sway all mortals own , And gods pay homage to his throne . * TO ISABELLA . SWEET Isabel ! that shape and air E'en jealous ...
... pow'r and triumphs tell ; Fresh blooming flow'rs his brows adorn , Offsprings of the verdant lawn ; His potent sway all mortals own , And gods pay homage to his throne . * TO ISABELLA . SWEET Isabel ! that shape and air E'en jealous ...
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Page 180 - But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne...
Page 101 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. "Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish-Stocks for a vagrant.
Page 92 - Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife removed so rarely well, There take (says Justice), take ye each a shell.
Page 101 - All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your Pitiful story.
Page 155 - Flavia the least and slightest toy Can with resistless art employ. This Fan in meaner hands would prove An engine of small force in love ; But she, with such an air and mien, Not to be told or safely seen, Directs its wanton motions so, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow ; Gives coolness to the matchless dame, To every other breast a flame.
Page 181 - Keyne,' quoth the Cornish-man, 'many a time Drank of this crystal Well, And before the Angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. 'If the husband of this gifted Well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life.
Page 46 - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
Page 151 - Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her sense is only chat, Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch, might give th' alarm, 'Twas both perhaps — or neither : In short, 'twas that provoking charm Of Celia all together.
Page 44 - This faded form ! this pallid hue ! ; This blood my veins is clotting in, My years are many — They were few When first I enter'd at the U — — NIVERSITY of Gottingen — — NIVERSITY of Gottingen.
Page 181 - I'll venture my life She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne ." "I have left a good woman who never was here...