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الصفحة 19
... morning light . And well his brain remember'd yet , He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But straight he stirr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving master's ...
... morning light . And well his brain remember'd yet , He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But straight he stirr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving master's ...
الصفحة 22
... morn , Whilst a fond son his parents wants supplied ; But soon from him and every comfort torn , The prospects blacken'd and our dear child died . Wrung were our hearts , and scarce interr'd the boy , To do which pious act our bed we ...
... morn , Whilst a fond son his parents wants supplied ; But soon from him and every comfort torn , The prospects blacken'd and our dear child died . Wrung were our hearts , and scarce interr'd the boy , To do which pious act our bed we ...
الصفحة 28
... morn.- What ! shall man frame his pleasures unexplor'd And shall he act his vices unreprov'd ? When all creation , but himself , retires To cabin'd rest and circumscribed thought ? And shall we see meek Purity repose , Beneath the ...
... morn.- What ! shall man frame his pleasures unexplor'd And shall he act his vices unreprov'd ? When all creation , but himself , retires To cabin'd rest and circumscribed thought ? And shall we see meek Purity repose , Beneath the ...
الصفحة 40
... morn , he rises with the morn ,, Fresh as Aurora in the month of May , And all unclouded as her rosy face , When first she peereth o'er the eastern copse ; Jocund he hies him o'er the glist'ning lawn , Seizes , all nerve , the ...
... morn , he rises with the morn ,, Fresh as Aurora in the month of May , And all unclouded as her rosy face , When first she peereth o'er the eastern copse ; Jocund he hies him o'er the glist'ning lawn , Seizes , all nerve , the ...
الصفحة 47
... of thy modest breast , Wrapt his shrunk carcase in thy robe of jet , And e'er meek morning on his slumbers smil'd , Stabb'd thro ' the starting folds his desp'rate heart , - Made thee accomplice in the horrid crime , And to NIGHT : 47.
... of thy modest breast , Wrapt his shrunk carcase in thy robe of jet , And e'er meek morning on his slumbers smil'd , Stabb'd thro ' the starting folds his desp'rate heart , - Made thee accomplice in the horrid crime , And to NIGHT : 47.
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الصفحة 292 - This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
الصفحة 291 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
الصفحة 292 - Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
الصفحة 18 - My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But hie thee home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve.
الصفحة 19 - Thro' all his frame, he found to creep ; He knew not what it was to die, But knew his mafter did not ftecp.
الصفحة 19 - To meet his toil e'er morning light* ' And well his brain rememberd yet, He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd "his long face on his cheek, But ftraight he ftlrr'd, or rais'd his head. ' Yes, he remember'd, and with tears, His loving matter's kind replies; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay, " The cock has crow'd, my matter rife...
الصفحة 16 - Whate'er the time, whate'er the weather. Unlike to worldly friends were they, Who feparate in fortune's blaft — They ftill were near when fair the fky, But nearer ftill when overcaft.
الصفحة 13 - ... great master. There is one that we would particularly refer to, and that is "Shepherd Lubin." In size it is very small, but, like most of Bewick's pieces, sufficiently large to show the inimitable skill of the artist. The picture tells its own tale :— " Young Lubin was a shepherd's boy, Who watched a rigid master's sheep, And many a night was heard to sigh, And many a day was seen to weep.
الصفحة 13 - And many a day was feen to weep. ' For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. Yet not a truftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's br.ow ; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Beiide the brook in vale below.
الصفحة 13 - For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. ' Yet not a tniftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's brow; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Befide the brook in vale below. • From him ftern winter's drifting fnow, Its pelting fleet, or froft fevere ; Or fcorchiog fummer's fultry ray, Ne'er forc'da murmur, or a tear. ' For ah ! the varying feafons had To every hardship form'd his frame; Tho...