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... sure of his aim as the imperial archer of antiquity , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " -- First edition . all that favour ...
... sure of his aim as the imperial archer of antiquity , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " -- First edition . all that favour ...
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... Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest ...
... Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah ! turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest ...
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... sure a poet may try , By a bounce now and then , to get courage to fly . But , my Lord , it's no bounce : I protest in my turn , It's a truth - and your lordship may ask Mr. Byrne . " To go on with my tale - as I gaz'd on the Haunch , I ...
... sure a poet may try , By a bounce now and then , to get courage to fly . But , my Lord , it's no bounce : I protest in my turn , It's a truth - and your lordship may ask Mr. Byrne . " To go on with my tale - as I gaz'd on the Haunch , I ...
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... sure , Goldsmith's host , and his wife ' Little Kitty , ' and the Scot , and the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' are infinitely more droll and more natural than Boileau's deux campagnards . The details of the dinner , too , overdone ...
... sure , Goldsmith's host , and his wife ' Little Kitty , ' and the Scot , and the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' are infinitely more droll and more natural than Boileau's deux campagnards . The details of the dinner , too , overdone ...
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... sure , as I work , to throw in contradictions , A great lover of truth , yet a mind turn'd to fictions ; Now mix these ingredients , which , warm'd in the baking , Turn to learning and gaming , religion and raking . With the love of a ...
... sure , as I work , to throw in contradictions , A great lover of truth , yet a mind turn'd to fictions ; Now mix these ingredients , which , warm'd in the baking , Turn to learning and gaming , religion and raking . With the love of a ...
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Page 46 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 45 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 42 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 43 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Page 44 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 43 - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!
Page 40 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled.
Page 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Page 51 - Ah, no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Page 83 - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day. Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.