Interesting Anecdotes, Memoirs, Allegories, Essays, and Poetical Fragments;: Tending to Amuse the Fancy, and Inculcate MoralityT.N. Longman, 1796 - Anecdotes |
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Page 47
... suppose few of my readers would incline to be degraded to the state of the lamb , whose in- considerate fearlessness is so well described by Pope : " Pleas'd to the last , he crops the flowery food , " And licks the hand just rais'd to ...
... suppose few of my readers would incline to be degraded to the state of the lamb , whose in- considerate fearlessness is so well described by Pope : " Pleas'd to the last , he crops the flowery food , " And licks the hand just rais'd to ...
Page 299
... suppose you intended for me ; but these I bring back to you , having no claim to them . " " You have doubly deserved them by your bravery , ( faid the Prince ) and by your honesty , therefore they are yours . " ANECDOTE OF SWIFT AND ...
... suppose you intended for me ; but these I bring back to you , having no claim to them . " " You have doubly deserved them by your bravery , ( faid the Prince ) and by your honesty , therefore they are yours . " ANECDOTE OF SWIFT AND ...
Page 56
... suppose - fuch gentlewomen ! Madam , I did not mean to claim any exemptions , I only an- fwered your enquiry . Such gentlewomen ! peo- ple should set their children to good trades , and keep them off the parish . Pray go to the other ...
... suppose - fuch gentlewomen ! Madam , I did not mean to claim any exemptions , I only an- fwered your enquiry . Such gentlewomen ! peo- ple should set their children to good trades , and keep them off the parish . Pray go to the other ...
Page 58
... suppose , Mrs. Flirt , if I was to fee your work , it would be fine stuff ! You may walk . I will not have love - let- ters written from my house to every young fellow in the street . Two days after , I went on the same pursuit to Lady ...
... suppose , Mrs. Flirt , if I was to fee your work , it would be fine stuff ! You may walk . I will not have love - let- ters written from my house to every young fellow in the street . Two days after , I went on the same pursuit to Lady ...
Page 61
... suppose in the kitchen . No , no , fays Mr. Courtly , the girl's a good girl yet , but I am afraid a brisk young fellow , with fine tags on his shoulders - Come , child , hold up your head ; what ! have you stole nothing ? - Not yet ...
... suppose in the kitchen . No , no , fays Mr. Courtly , the girl's a good girl yet , but I am afraid a brisk young fellow , with fine tags on his shoulders - Come , child , hold up your head ; what ! have you stole nothing ? - Not yet ...
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Page 191 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon...
Page 91 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Page 8 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 192 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Page 91 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Page 8 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 189 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.
Page 193 - Upon looking up, What mean, said I, those great flights of birds that are perpetually hovering about the bridge, and settling upon it from time to time ? I see vultures, harpies, ravens, cormorants, and among many other feathered creatures several little winged boys, that perch in great numbers upon the middle arches.
Page 90 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 221 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.