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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... tells me that you › are a man of genius . - I'm glad of it , cross me : for I have not met with one since the death of Carroty Bob , my training groom ; -distance me if I have - Come and see my Arabian mare , and tell me her speed and ...
... tells me that you › are a man of genius . - I'm glad of it , cross me : for I have not met with one since the death of Carroty Bob , my training groom ; -distance me if I have - Come and see my Arabian mare , and tell me her speed and ...
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... tell you how I wrote a long letter at my first coming hither , and seem vastly angry at my not receiving an answer ; I might allege that business ( with business you know I was always pestered ) had never given me time to finger a pen ...
... tell you how I wrote a long letter at my first coming hither , and seem vastly angry at my not receiving an answer ; I might allege that business ( with business you know I was always pestered ) had never given me time to finger a pen ...
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... tell me whose head is that , Which looks so sleepy and fat- Is't the King's ? Ono ! by goles- " Tis Mister Wellesley Pole's . " Twill give future ages a hint , Who was Worker of the Mint , When , without fear or shame , POLE crown'd ...
... tell me whose head is that , Which looks so sleepy and fat- Is't the King's ? Ono ! by goles- " Tis Mister Wellesley Pole's . " Twill give future ages a hint , Who was Worker of the Mint , When , without fear or shame , POLE crown'd ...
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... tell , The sensual love contemn , They only prize the beauteous shell , But slight the inward gem . Possession cures the wounded heart , Destroys the transient fire ; But when the mind receives the dart , Enjoyment whets desire . Your ...
... tell , The sensual love contemn , They only prize the beauteous shell , But slight the inward gem . Possession cures the wounded heart , Destroys the transient fire ; But when the mind receives the dart , Enjoyment whets desire . Your ...
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... tell the tale , These in the Eternal's secret counsels sleep , Pure pleasures they may bring , or they may see thee weep . Could Friendship claim for thee , Each richer boon of Heaven ; Life's happiest destiny should be To our Augusta ...
... tell the tale , These in the Eternal's secret counsels sleep , Pure pleasures they may bring , or they may see thee weep . Could Friendship claim for thee , Each richer boon of Heaven ; Life's happiest destiny should be To our Augusta ...
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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.