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Page 74 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Page 18 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Page 79 - Just in the nick, the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey; Each serving-man, with dish in hand March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Presented, and away.
Page 118 - And vainly think yourselves half happy, then When painted faces, with smooth flattering, Do fawn on you, and your wide praises sing ! And when the courting masker...
Page 132 - But sure to foreign climes we need not range, Nor search the ancient records of our race, To learn the dire effects of time and change, Which in ourselves, alas ! we daily trace. Yet at the darken'd eye, the wither'd face, Or hoary hair, I never will repine : But spare, O Time, whate'er of mental grace, Of candour, love, or sympathy divine, Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame is mine.
Page 245 - Rassemblés en famille. Toi, mon chien, ne me quitte pas, Compagnon de ma gloire ; Partout tu dois suivre mes pas, Ton nom est la Victoire.
Page 54 - I ; but in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say, so I swallowed my brandy, and made a second attempt to retreat.
Page 6 - There your labour and pardon is odd. With small cost without any pain, These pardons bring them to heaven plain : Give me but a penny or two-pence, And as soon as the soul departeth hence, In half an hour, or three quarters at the most, The soul is in heaven with the Holy Ghost.