The Poetical WorksC. Tilt, 1836 - 118 páginas |
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Página 49
... eating : I had thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of ...
... eating : I had thoughts , in my chambers to place it in view , To be shown to my friends as a piece of virtu ; As in some Irish houses , where things are so - so , One gammon of bacon hangs up for a show ; But , for eating a rasher of ...
Página 50
... eat it , just as he lik'd best . Of the neck and the breast I had next to dis- pose ; ' Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's ; But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where ...
... eat it , just as he lik'd best . Of the neck and the breast I had next to dis- pose ; ' Twas a neck and a breast that might rival Monroe's ; But in parting with these I was puzzled again , With the how , and the who , and the where ...
Página 51
Oliver Goldsmith. But hang it - to poets who seldom can eat , Your very good mutton's a very good treat ; Such dainties ... eating ! · Your own I suppose - or is it in waiting ? ' Why whose should it be ? ' cried I , with a flounce : ' I ...
Oliver Goldsmith. But hang it - to poets who seldom can eat , Your very good mutton's a very good treat ; Such dainties ... eating ! · Your own I suppose - or is it in waiting ? ' Why whose should it be ? ' cried I , with a flounce : ' I ...
Página 54
... eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst . ' ' The tripe , ' quoth the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' I could ... eats nothing at all . ' ' Oho ! ' quoth my friend , he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something ...
... eat of your tripe till I'm ready to burst . ' ' The tripe , ' quoth the Jew , with his chocolate cheek , ' I could ... eats nothing at all . ' ' Oho ! ' quoth my friend , he'll come on in a trice , He's keeping a corner for something ...
Página 62
... eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William * , whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with ...
... eat mutton cold , and cut blocks with a razor . Here lies honest William * , whose heart was a mint , While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Amidst ballad Bartholomew fair beauty black calf black sheep blessings blest bliss bound in cloth bowers breast CÆSAR CHARLES TILT charms climes coronation cried David Garrick dear e'en eating Edition eyes fame feast flies follow'd fond gentle gilt edges go to Bartholomew Grogan heart heart of oak Heaven honour humble humour JAMES BOSWELL keep a corner King of Morocco kings kiss hands land Lord loyal luxury mind mirth morocco elegant Napoleon never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH on't once pain pasty patriot pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise Price pride Printer rage raptures rise round savage nations Shakspeare shore sink skies smile sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn taught tell thee thine thing thou toil turn turtle twas venison Vide village wealth weep Whitefoord wife wife's lamentation wretch
Pasajes populares
Página 41 - Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Página 39 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Página 44 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Página 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Página 10 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Página 41 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
Página 43 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Página 109 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Página 78 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 35 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.