The Table Book, Volume 1William Hone, 1827 - 870 pagine |
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Pagina 135
... feel much obliged , if the Table Book can supply some account of a clergyman of the name of Thomas Cooke , who , it is supposed , resided in Shropshire , and was the author of a very beautiful poem , in folio , ( published by ...
... feel much obliged , if the Table Book can supply some account of a clergyman of the name of Thomas Cooke , who , it is supposed , resided in Shropshire , and was the author of a very beautiful poem , in folio , ( published by ...
Pagina 163
... Feeling is dear when sorrows part And plaintive comfort's nigh , " Hide not in corners , Betsy , pray , " " Do not so colt - like prance ; One kiss , for memory's future day , -Is Life not like a Cushion Dance ? ' " " This Dance it will ...
... Feeling is dear when sorrows part And plaintive comfort's nigh , " Hide not in corners , Betsy , pray , " " Do not so colt - like prance ; One kiss , for memory's future day , -Is Life not like a Cushion Dance ? ' " " This Dance it will ...
Pagina 179
... feel constrain'd to say , The present sent the other day Claims my best thanks , and while design'd To please the taste , it warm'd my mind . Nor , wonder not it should inspire breast poetic fire ! Within my The Cheese seem'd like some ...
... feel constrain'd to say , The present sent the other day Claims my best thanks , and while design'd To please the taste , it warm'd my mind . Nor , wonder not it should inspire breast poetic fire ! Within my The Cheese seem'd like some ...
Pagina 183
... it deceives . I sorrow - but it is to feel Changes which my own mind hath told : - What , though time polishes the steel , Alas ! it is less bright than cold . I have more smiles , and fewer tears ; But 183 184 THE TABLE BOOK .
... it deceives . I sorrow - but it is to feel Changes which my own mind hath told : - What , though time polishes the steel , Alas ! it is less bright than cold . I have more smiles , and fewer tears ; But 183 184 THE TABLE BOOK .
Pagina 195
... feeling , than the following chorus from " The Tragedy of Mariam , 1613 , " ascribed to lady Elizabeth Carew . Revenge of Injuries . The fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an injury ; For who forgives without a ...
... feeling , than the following chorus from " The Tragedy of Mariam , 1613 , " ascribed to lady Elizabeth Carew . Revenge of Injuries . The fairest action of our human life Is scorning to revenge an injury ; For who forgives without a ...
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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.