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..., Volumele 1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... hope that we have been permitted to indulge by our Correspondents , to whom , and the wide circle of subscribers whose sanction was not more spontaneous than sincere , the joint proprietors of this work present their most grateful ...
... hope that we have been permitted to indulge by our Correspondents , to whom , and the wide circle of subscribers whose sanction was not more spontaneous than sincere , the joint proprietors of this work present their most grateful ...
Pagina 4
... hope to mend her ! For she examines the degree , Not of the offence - but the offender . EXPERTO CREDITE . No wonder that Oxford and Cambridge pro- found , In learning and science so greatly abound , When all carry thither a little each ...
... hope to mend her ! For she examines the degree , Not of the offence - but the offender . EXPERTO CREDITE . No wonder that Oxford and Cambridge pro- found , In learning and science so greatly abound , When all carry thither a little each ...
Pagina 5
... hope , From latent worth shall bring its brightest store , To rival him whom all his race deplore , The godlike name shall blaze on VIRTUE'S shrine , Till when , oh , ROMILLY , we'll weep at thine . E. N. BELLCHAMBERS . IN GRANTHAM ...
... hope , From latent worth shall bring its brightest store , To rival him whom all his race deplore , The godlike name shall blaze on VIRTUE'S shrine , Till when , oh , ROMILLY , we'll weep at thine . E. N. BELLCHAMBERS . IN GRANTHAM ...
Pagina 8
... hope of finding a novel of exquisite horror , and terrific mys- tery , will be disappointed . It is , in fact , a spirited satire upon the popular follies of the age , in which leading topics and varied opinions are discussed , in the ...
... hope of finding a novel of exquisite horror , and terrific mys- tery , will be disappointed . It is , in fact , a spirited satire upon the popular follies of the age , in which leading topics and varied opinions are discussed , in the ...
Pagina 32
... Hope , lovely maid ! with smiles appears , And rosy cheek advancing ; Her form each drooping mortal cheers , With pleasure ever dancing ; " The rigours of fate have begun to relent , " And I bring you , " she says , " the sweet Balm of ...
... Hope , lovely maid ! with smiles appears , And rosy cheek advancing ; Her form each drooping mortal cheers , With pleasure ever dancing ; " The rigours of fate have begun to relent , " And I bring you , " she says , " the sweet Balm of ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.