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..., Bände 1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... fortune to come forward when all rivalry was past or unborn ; the powerful splendours which have since lightened over the whole region of poetry were then below the horizon , and his feeble and wandering fire was brilliance in the ...
... fortune to come forward when all rivalry was past or unborn ; the powerful splendours which have since lightened over the whole region of poetry were then below the horizon , and his feeble and wandering fire was brilliance in the ...
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... fortune . Than this there can be no deeper crime , if the depth of crime is to be measured by its effects . The homicide is grasped by the law , and there mischief ends . The author of a licentious book propagates evil as far in the ...
... fortune . Than this there can be no deeper crime , if the depth of crime is to be measured by its effects . The homicide is grasped by the law , and there mischief ends . The author of a licentious book propagates evil as far in the ...
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... grateful spirit that improves , And brightens every gift by Fortune given ; That wander where it will , with those it loves , Makes every place a home , and home a Heaven ! All these were his -- Oh thou who read'st this THE TICKLER .
... grateful spirit that improves , And brightens every gift by Fortune given ; That wander where it will , with those it loves , Makes every place a home , and home a Heaven ! All these were his -- Oh thou who read'st this THE TICKLER .
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... fortune made their virtue shine , A rich example his fair life did give , How others should with their relations live . A pious son , a husband , and a friend , To neighbours too his bounty did extend So far , that they lamented when he ...
... fortune made their virtue shine , A rich example his fair life did give , How others should with their relations live . A pious son , a husband , and a friend , To neighbours too his bounty did extend So far , that they lamented when he ...
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... fortune : or if you could transpose Hamlet into a comic opera , with an oriental processionade.- " Sir , " indignantly interrupted our scholar , " I venerate Shakspeare too much to even attempt the mummeries you describe , should I die ...
... fortune : or if you could transpose Hamlet into a comic opera , with an oriental processionade.- " Sir , " indignantly interrupted our scholar , " I venerate Shakspeare too much to even attempt the mummeries you describe , should I die ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.