Essays from The Batchelor, in Prose and Verse by the Authors of the Epistle to Gorges Edmond Howard, Esq. In Two Volumes. ...

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Dublin, printed; London, reprinted, for T. Becket, 1773

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Page 4 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 116 - You take a hundred leaders of each party, you dispose them into couples of such whose heads are nearest of a size; then let two nice operators saw off the occiput of each couple at the same time, in such a manner that the brain may be equally divided.
Page 56 - Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But, turning, trembles too.
Page 116 - When parties in a state are violent, he offered a wonderful contrivance to reconcile them. The method is this. You take a hundred leaders of each party, you dispose them into couples of such whose heads are nearest of a size ; then let two nice operators saw...
Page 77 - em; As with a moral view design'd To cure the vices of mankind: His vein, ironically grave, Expos'd the fool, and lash'd the knave: To steal a hint was never known, But what he writ was all his own.
Page 57 - Nor peace nor eafe the heart can know, Which , like the needle true , Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too. Far as diftrefs the foul can wound, ' Tis pain in each degree : ?Tis blifs but to a certain bound; Beyond, is agony.
Page 57 - The eye fhall then difown: The heart that melts for others woe, Shall then fcarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then fhall clofe, And tranquil days fhall ftill fucceed To nights of calm repofe.
Page 58 - So may the glow-worm's glimm'ring light Thy tiny footfteps lead To fome new region of delight, Unknown to mortal tread. And be thy acorn goblet fill'd With heav'n's ambrofial dew ; From fweeteft, frefheft flow'rs diftilPd, That fhed frefh fweets for you.
Page 56 - I've been weary : For once I'll seek my wish to gain Of Oberon, the fairy. Sweet airy being, wanton sprite, Who lurk'st in woods unseen ; And oft by Cynthia's silver light, Trip'st gaily o'er the green ; If e'er thy pitying heart was moved, As ancient stories tell ; And for th...
Page 70 - Rais'd by the breath of popular acclaim, They mounted to the pinnacle of Fame ; There the weak brain, made giddy with the height, Spurr'd on the rival chiefs to mortal fight.

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