Alvondown vicarage [by R.M. Roche].


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1 ページ - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
225 ページ - Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled ! And am I left to unavailing woe ! When fortune's storms assail this weary. head, Where cares long since have shed untim'ely snow ! Ah, now for comfort whither shall I go ! No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears. Tis meet that I should mourn : flow forth afresh, my tears.
187 ページ - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
62 ページ - FAR in the windings of a vale, Fast by a sheltering wood, The safe retreat of Health and Peace, An humble cottage stood. There beauteous Emma flourish'd fair, Beneath a mother's eye ; Whose only wish on Earth was now To see her blest, and die. The softest blush that Nature spreads Gave colour to her cheek : Such orient colour smiles through Heaven, When vernal mornings break. Nor let the pride...
43 ページ - He spoke and bow'd. With mutt'ring jaws The wond'ring circle grinn'd applause. Now, warm with malice, envy, spite, Their most obliging friends they bite; And fond to copy human ways, Practise new mischiefs all their days.
28 ページ - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
270 ページ - It is better to go the house of mourning than to the house of feasting; for that is the end of all men, and the living will lay it to heart.
173 ページ - Then sacred seem'd th' ethereal vault no more; Altars grew marble then, and reek'd with gore : Then first the Flamen tasted living food ; 265 Next his grim idol smear'd with human blood ; With heav'n's own thunders shook the world below, And play'd the God an engine on his foe. So drives Self-love, thro