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..., Volúmenes1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... Thou reprobate mortal ! why , dost thou not know , Where , after you're dead , all you drunkards must go ? " — " Must go , when we're dead , Sir ? why , faith , you may fear " We shall go , one and all , where we find the best beer ...
... Thou reprobate mortal ! why , dost thou not know , Where , after you're dead , all you drunkards must go ? " — " Must go , when we're dead , Sir ? why , faith , you may fear " We shall go , one and all , where we find the best beer ...
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... thou pine , without food or employ- ment , And march on the seventh devoutly to Church . ON THE SAME . 1 Our Ministers wise , being left in the lurch , Are raising Recruits from their old friend the Church ; Thus draining our pockets ...
... thou pine , without food or employ- ment , And march on the seventh devoutly to Church . ON THE SAME . 1 Our Ministers wise , being left in the lurch , Are raising Recruits from their old friend the Church ; Thus draining our pockets ...
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... thou who read'st this Human power , absorb'd deficient , to delineate stone , When for thyself , thy children , to the sky , Thou humbly prayest , ask this boon alone , That ye like him may live , like him may dic . In Newington Church ...
... thou who read'st this Human power , absorb'd deficient , to delineate stone , When for thyself , thy children , to the sky , Thou humbly prayest , ask this boon alone , That ye like him may live , like him may dic . In Newington Church ...
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... thou- sand ports , and return with the produce of every clime . Its cliffs lift high their hoary summits , while their feet beat back the foaming billows . It is set as a precious stone in the silver sea . Though but an Island , it ...
... thou- sand ports , and return with the produce of every clime . Its cliffs lift high their hoary summits , while their feet beat back the foaming billows . It is set as a precious stone in the silver sea . Though but an Island , it ...
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... Thou greet'st my vision like some half - trac'd dream With which the pillow of my youth was blest . Be thou at once my omen and my theme , Now that each sterner passion is at rest , And all that did o'ercloud me is afar , And life's ...
... Thou greet'st my vision like some half - trac'd dream With which the pillow of my youth was blest . Be thou at once my omen and my theme , Now that each sterner passion is at rest , And all that did o'ercloud me is afar , And life's ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.