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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... sure , " replied the woman , " I likes all men of genius for the sake of my little Timothy , who was the surprisingest genius in the world ; he read the Testament at fourteen , and in a very few years would have understood written hand ...
... sure , " replied the woman , " I likes all men of genius for the sake of my little Timothy , who was the surprisingest genius in the world ; he read the Testament at fourteen , and in a very few years would have understood written hand ...
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... sure now I see your sisters , Beity and Peggy , vastly surprised at my partiality , but tell them stoutly , I don't value them , or their fine skins , or eyes , or good sense , or apotatoe ; for I say it , and will maintain it , and as ...
... sure now I see your sisters , Beity and Peggy , vastly surprised at my partiality , but tell them stoutly , I don't value them , or their fine skins , or eyes , or good sense , or apotatoe ; for I say it , and will maintain it , and as ...
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... sure the poor fellow never was healthy , and never had known what it was to feel the fresh air ; as for sliding on the ice , or playing with snow- balls , he had not an idea of either ; and , I suppose , I shall be debarred from these ...
... sure the poor fellow never was healthy , and never had known what it was to feel the fresh air ; as for sliding on the ice , or playing with snow- balls , he had not an idea of either ; and , I suppose , I shall be debarred from these ...
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... sure , as constituting any objection to a PARTY , or as affording any reason why one should deprive one's self of the pleasure one always has in seeing one's friends about one . Humour and Whim . EXTRAORDINARY PROLOGUE . - An Hibernian ...
... sure , as constituting any objection to a PARTY , or as affording any reason why one should deprive one's self of the pleasure one always has in seeing one's friends about one . Humour and Whim . EXTRAORDINARY PROLOGUE . - An Hibernian ...
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... sure these illu- minations of his for the Peace are none of the most sincere , " said the Irishman . The mob were of his opinion ; and Thelim , who was worked up to the proper pitch for blundering , added , by way of pleasing his ...
... sure these illu- minations of his for the Peace are none of the most sincere , " said the Irishman . The mob were of his opinion ; and Thelim , who was worked up to the proper pitch for blundering , added , by way of pleasing his ...
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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.