The Table Book, Volume 1William Hone, 1827 - 870 pagine |
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Pagina 123
... fair border bade me stray : There , sorrowing , shall she see , Beneath an aged tree , Her true , but hapless lover's lowly bier ; Too late her tender sighs Shall melt the pitying skies , And her soft veil shall hide the gushing tear ...
... fair border bade me stray : There , sorrowing , shall she see , Beneath an aged tree , Her true , but hapless lover's lowly bier ; Too late her tender sighs Shall melt the pitying skies , And her soft veil shall hide the gushing tear ...
Pagina 127
... fair sex , in the " comedy of Rule - a - Wife . She with a torpid voice and hungry smile desired us to walk in . The first object that presented itself was a dresser , clean , it must be con- fessed , and furnished with three or four ...
... fair sex , in the " comedy of Rule - a - Wife . She with a torpid voice and hungry smile desired us to walk in . The first object that presented itself was a dresser , clean , it must be con- fessed , and furnished with three or four ...
Pagina 129
... fair bride be . A broad , broad shield did this strange knight wield , Whereon did the red - cross shine , Yet never , I ween , had that strange knight been In the fields of Palestine . And out and spake this strange knight , This ...
... fair bride be . A broad , broad shield did this strange knight wield , Whereon did the red - cross shine , Yet never , I ween , had that strange knight been In the fields of Palestine . And out and spake this strange knight , This ...
Pagina 131
... fair thou hast drown'd there , But the seventh has drowned thee . That ocean wave was the false one's grave , For he sunk right hastily ; Though with dying voice faint , he pray'd to his saint , And utter'd an Ave Marie . No mass was ...
... fair thou hast drown'd there , But the seventh has drowned thee . That ocean wave was the false one's grave , For he sunk right hastily ; Though with dying voice faint , he pray'd to his saint , And utter'd an Ave Marie . No mass was ...
Pagina 133
... fair Leade ( That pretty Bee ) flies up and down the mead With rivers in her eyes ; without deserving Sent me trim Acorn bowls of his own carving , To drink May dews and mead in . Yet none of these , My hive - born Playfellows and ...
... fair Leade ( That pretty Bee ) flies up and down the mead With rivers in her eyes ; without deserving Sent me trim Acorn bowls of his own carving , To drink May dews and mead in . Yet none of these , My hive - born Playfellows and ...
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Pagina 789 - And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that...
Pagina 445 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Pagina 789 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life requir'd, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health ; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Pagina 137 - Old man ! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer — nor purifying form Of penitence — nor outward look — nor fast — Nor agony — nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair, Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of heaven— can exorcise From out the unbounded spirit, the quick sense Of its own sins, wrongs, sufferance, and revenge Upon itself; there is no future pang Can deal that justice on...
Pagina 789 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each. look, and brightened all the green; These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.
Pagina 811 - The worm that draws a long immoderate size, The trout abhors, and the rank morsel flies ; And, if too small, the naked fraud's in sight, And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains, Whose...
Pagina 743 - ... pace, with an air and a grace, swimming about, now in and now out, with a deal of state, in a figure of eight, without pipe or string, or any such thing; and now I have writ, in a rhyming fit, what will make you dance, and as you advance, will keep you still, though against your will, dancing away, alert and gay, till you come to an end of what I have...
Pagina 251 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who ; Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note. While greasy Joan doth keel the pot...
Pagina 341 - Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung...
Pagina 811 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require: The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art.