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 1-3 |
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Pagina 10
But I leave to your own choice what This precious stone set in the silver sea , to write . – While Oliver Goldsmith lives , which serves it in the office of a wall , know you have a friend ! Or as a moat defensive to a honse , P.S. Give ...
But I leave to your own choice what This precious stone set in the silver sea , to write . – While Oliver Goldsmith lives , which serves it in the office of a wall , know you have a friend ! Or as a moat defensive to a honse , P.S. Give ...
Pagina 13
66 1 Tis a delicate kindness to all in distress ; ( We are obliged to leave out some verses on the " T'is a wish to relieve and to succour the weak ; voyage , and come to where they get in sight of " Tis that teyper ( disdaining the ...
66 1 Tis a delicate kindness to all in distress ; ( We are obliged to leave out some verses on the " T'is a wish to relieve and to succour the weak ; voyage , and come to where they get in sight of " Tis that teyper ( disdaining the ...
Pagina 14
Oh ! think what a world we should have of it here , If the haters of peace , of affection , and glee , Were to fly up to Saturn's dull comfortless splete , And leave earth to such spirits as you , love and me By age your beauties will ...
Oh ! think what a world we should have of it here , If the haters of peace , of affection , and glee , Were to fly up to Saturn's dull comfortless splete , And leave earth to such spirits as you , love and me By age your beauties will ...
Pagina 28
“ I confess , ” said Thomas , and to suffer me to leave off Anacharsis , “ I have some reason to be Latin and good manners ? I do not know ashamed of my country ; but has your which I hate most of the two . country no reason to be ...
“ I confess , ” said Thomas , and to suffer me to leave off Anacharsis , “ I have some reason to be Latin and good manners ? I do not know ashamed of my country ; but has your which I hate most of the two . country no reason to be ...
Pagina 33
“ Why , ” an end to his iniseries by poison .. said Quin , “ I'll tell you ; soon after I had real vour Seasons , I took it into my head , that as I Mr. Quin was a gentleman whose humour had something in the world to leave behind me ...
“ Why , ” an end to his iniseries by poison .. said Quin , “ I'll tell you ; soon after I had real vour Seasons , I took it into my head , that as I Mr. Quin was a gentleman whose humour had something in the world to leave behind me ...
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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.
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| Titlu | 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 ..., Volumele 1-3 |
| Editor | Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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| Scanată la | 28 Nov 2007 |
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