The Life of Thomas Dermody: Interspersed with Pieces of Original Poetry: Many Exhibiting Unexampled Prematurity of Genuine Poetical Talent; : and Containing a Series of Correspondence with Several Eminent Characters

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Página 153 - And all amid them stood the tree of life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold; and next to life Our death the tree of knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of good bought dear by knowing ill.
Página 200 - And introduce thee to the court; Revive again thy earthly sport, And melt thy lead! Alas! we mourn; for, by the mort! John Baynham's dead. No curate now can work thy throat, And alter clean thy jocund note; Charon has plump'd thee in his boat, And run a-head: My curse on death, the meddling sot! Gay Johnny's dead. With gills of noblest usquebaugh...
Página 217 - The sailor slily waiting, Thought if it came about, sir, That they should all fall out, sir, He then might play his part. And just e'en as he meant, sir, To loggerheads they went," sir, And then he let fly at her A shot 'twixt wind and water...
Página 226 - To Pleasure's wiles an easy prey, Beneath this sod a bosom lies, Yet, spare the meek offender's clay, Nor part with dry averted eyes. O, stranger ! if thy wayward lot Through Folly's heedless maze has led, Here nurse the true, the tender thought, And fling the wild flow'r on his head ! For he, by this cold hillock clad...
Página 44 - Juppiter ultimam, Quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum. Sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi Spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
Página 216 - A soldier and a sailor, A tinker and a tailor, Had once a doubtful strife, sir, To make a maid a wife, sir, Whose name was buxom Joan. For now the time was ended, When she no more intended To lick her lips at men, sir, And gnaw the sheets in vain, sir, And lie o
Página 54 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 202 - how dare you write Such stuff on me, as dead outright ; I think, by this good candle-light, You've earn'da drubbing. ' Pho ! peace,' said I, ' I'll blot it quite ; Aye, by St. Dobbin.
Página 152 - of such vast height it is impossible to send an arrow over them." But in Amara, says Purchas, were "cedars, palme-trees, with other trees, and a variety of hearbs, and floures, to satisfie the sight, taste and sent.
Página 199 - tween heav'n and hell: oh! Our comfort's dead. But for that plaguy profligate, We early might enjoy and late The knowledge of thy teeming pate From board to bed: But now thou'rt 'neath a puny slate: Droll Johnny's dead. Full many a hard bout hast thou weather'd: By merry Bob severely tether'd; More sadly than if tarr'd and feather'd, Like bull-dog led: Now all my tools are fairly gather'd; Blythe Baynham's dead. Heav'n lend thy soul its surest port, And introduce thee to the court; Revive again thy...

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