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..., Volúmenes1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... lies , The radiant form of Truth was never courted , That he for wisdom travell'd , she denies , And swears he only ... lying prose and metre , While Hawkins yields a plaudit to my song , The snakes of Envy hiss in vain at Peter . Thus ...
... lies , The radiant form of Truth was never courted , That he for wisdom travell'd , she denies , And swears he only ... lying prose and metre , While Hawkins yields a plaudit to my song , The snakes of Envy hiss in vain at Peter . Thus ...
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... lies , Likewise his father - when he dies . AT ALNWICK , IN NORTHUMBERLAND . Here lieth Martin Elphinston , Who with his sword did cut in sun- der the daughter of Sir Harry Crispe , who did his Daughter marry : She was fat and fulsome ...
... lies , Likewise his father - when he dies . AT ALNWICK , IN NORTHUMBERLAND . Here lieth Martin Elphinston , Who with his sword did cut in sun- der the daughter of Sir Harry Crispe , who did his Daughter marry : She was fat and fulsome ...
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... lies the prop and glory of his race , Who , that no time his mem'ry may defacc , His grateful Wife , under this speaking stone , His ashes laid , to make his merit known . Sprung from an opulent and worthy line , Whose well us'd fortune ...
... lies the prop and glory of his race , Who , that no time his mem'ry may defacc , His grateful Wife , under this speaking stone , His ashes laid , to make his merit known . Sprung from an opulent and worthy line , Whose well us'd fortune ...
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... lies . Let me then speak truth ; an here- ditary indolence ( I have it from the mother's side ) has hitherto prevented my writing to you , and still prevents my writing at least twenty - five letters more , due to my friends in Ireland ...
... lies . Let me then speak truth ; an here- ditary indolence ( I have it from the mother's side ) has hitherto prevented my writing to you , and still prevents my writing at least twenty - five letters more , due to my friends in Ireland ...
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... lies John Shore , I say no more ; Who was alive In sixty - five . Here lies interr'd beneath these stones , The beard , the flesh , and eke the bones , Of Wrexham's Clerk , Old David Jones . IN KINGSBRIDGE CHURCH - YARD . On a man who ...
... lies John Shore , I say no more ; Who was alive In sixty - five . Here lies interr'd beneath these stones , The beard , the flesh , and eke the bones , Of Wrexham's Clerk , Old David Jones . IN KINGSBRIDGE CHURCH - YARD . On a man who ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.