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..., Հատորներ 1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... natural admiration of genius against our purity ; the brilliant and seductive writer bewilders us by the natural means of illu- mination : in our passage across the sea of troubles " that make life , we are led away by the stars ; the ...
... natural admiration of genius against our purity ; the brilliant and seductive writer bewilders us by the natural means of illu- mination : in our passage across the sea of troubles " that make life , we are led away by the stars ; the ...
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... nature not to be offended , if by chance he should discern some features of resemblance to himself . Thus , according to the taste of the reader , may NIGHTMARE ABREY prove either a bonne bouche or a bitter morsel . The dialogues are ...
... nature not to be offended , if by chance he should discern some features of resemblance to himself . Thus , according to the taste of the reader , may NIGHTMARE ABREY prove either a bonne bouche or a bitter morsel . The dialogues are ...
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... nature a person , to look charm- ing in the eye of the fair world . Nor do I envy my dear Bob such blessings , while I may sit down and laugh at the world , and at myself , the most ridiculous object in it.— But I begin to grow ...
... nature a person , to look charm- ing in the eye of the fair world . Nor do I envy my dear Bob such blessings , while I may sit down and laugh at the world , and at myself , the most ridiculous object in it.— But I begin to grow ...
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... Nature's grassy robe . And trampling on her faded form ; " Till Light's returning Lord assume The shaft that drives him to his Northern field , Of power to pierce his raven plume And chrystal - cover'd shield ! O , Sire of Storms ...
... Nature's grassy robe . And trampling on her faded form ; " Till Light's returning Lord assume The shaft that drives him to his Northern field , Of power to pierce his raven plume And chrystal - cover'd shield ! O , Sire of Storms ...
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... Nature's smile could scarce adorn A lovelier scene in May : His heart must be forlorn , Unmov'd , unfeeling , who could gaze around , Nor feel his breast dilate , his heart exulting bound The bounties of the sphere Have fill'd the ...
... Nature's smile could scarce adorn A lovelier scene in May : His heart must be forlorn , Unmov'd , unfeeling , who could gaze around , Nor feel his breast dilate , his heart exulting bound The bounties of the sphere Have fill'd the ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.