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الصفحة 37
... cross old brute appear ; ( And often may this aukward meeting chance , ) Yet doubts if she shall prove that secret joy , Tho ' short the term - to see him go before ; Ꭰ But thanks to gracious Heav'n's indulgent plan , If stories NIGHT .
... cross old brute appear ; ( And often may this aukward meeting chance , ) Yet doubts if she shall prove that secret joy , Tho ' short the term - to see him go before ; Ꭰ But thanks to gracious Heav'n's indulgent plan , If stories NIGHT .
الصفحة 93
... prove a loss ; And from thy unprepared pouch extort , Enough to find thee Mutton for a year , : -- And cloth remov'd , a pint or two of Port.— Strange are such things , yet not more strange than true . The sixth night comes - but ah ...
... prove a loss ; And from thy unprepared pouch extort , Enough to find thee Mutton for a year , : -- And cloth remov'd , a pint or two of Port.— Strange are such things , yet not more strange than true . The sixth night comes - but ah ...
الصفحة 94
... prove its independence , thus my Muse , Bestow'd her plaudits , joins a general sigh , That still unanswered - fretfully exclaims ! Where is the man , of pelf regardless quite , Whose soul impatient pants for deathless fame ! Whose ...
... prove its independence , thus my Muse , Bestow'd her plaudits , joins a general sigh , That still unanswered - fretfully exclaims ! Where is the man , of pelf regardless quite , Whose soul impatient pants for deathless fame ! Whose ...
الصفحة 110
... , when she hop'd on her pillow to prove , Suspension of sorrow and care- Form'd alone were her visions of Henry and love , And she waken'd to love and despair . With concern the fond parents beheld from her face , 110 YOUNG ANNA .
... , when she hop'd on her pillow to prove , Suspension of sorrow and care- Form'd alone were her visions of Henry and love , And she waken'd to love and despair . With concern the fond parents beheld from her face , 110 YOUNG ANNA .
الصفحة 119
... prove , But grow into bliss from - Content . Let my Headstone be free from all trophies and praise ; ' Tis the wish of the Yeoman of Kent ; That its plain simple face shou'd but just bear my name , Chisell'd out round the crest of ...
... prove , But grow into bliss from - Content . Let my Headstone be free from all trophies and praise ; ' Tis the wish of the Yeoman of Kent ; That its plain simple face shou'd but just bear my name , Chisell'd out round the crest of ...
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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...