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..., 第 1~3 巻Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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... turn , in tears , from every kindred claim ? When future Times , in heated zeal to cope With all that praise could feel , or pride can hope , From latent worth shall bring its brightest store , To rival him whom all his race deplore ...
... turn , in tears , from every kindred claim ? When future Times , in heated zeal to cope With all that praise could feel , or pride can hope , From latent worth shall bring its brightest store , To rival him whom all his race deplore ...
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... turn for satire ; a quick perception for the ridiculous ; good sense to smile at folly , when justly , even though severely lashed ; and good nature not to be offended , if by chance he should discern some features of resemblance to ...
... turn for satire ; a quick perception for the ridiculous ; good sense to smile at folly , when justly , even though severely lashed ; and good nature not to be offended , if by chance he should discern some features of resemblance to ...
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... turn , on one green spot a look to cast , My wearied thoughts recal in present pain , The soothing memory of a pleasure past . Again those days return , when fond I hung On the soft accents , from thy lips that stole : When love's own ...
... turn , on one green spot a look to cast , My wearied thoughts recal in present pain , The soothing memory of a pleasure past . Again those days return , when fond I hung On the soft accents , from thy lips that stole : When love's own ...
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... Turn Christian , first : " the Father cries : " I'm froze to death ! " the Jew replies . " Froze ! " quoth the Monk : " too soon you'll know , " There's fire enough , for Jews below : " Renounce your unbelieving crew , " And help is ...
... Turn Christian , first : " the Father cries : " I'm froze to death ! " the Jew replies . " Froze ! " quoth the Monk : " too soon you'll know , " There's fire enough , for Jews below : " Renounce your unbelieving crew , " And help is ...
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... turn , First , heburns to be married , then marries to Burn . J. P. Ha ! Some one strikes me . - Rascal ! who art thou , That cowardly insults an old man's brow , Which oft , while young , hath borne the laurel wreath ? Good , ancient ...
... turn , First , heburns to be married , then marries to Burn . J. P. Ha ! Some one strikes me . - Rascal ! who art thou , That cowardly insults an old man's brow , Which oft , while young , hath borne the laurel wreath ? Good , ancient ...
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79 ページ - 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.
139 ページ - 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.
78 ページ - 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.
168 ページ - 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.
78 ページ - 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.
82 ページ - 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!
47 ページ - 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...
78 ページ - 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.
38 ページ - 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...
62 ページ - 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.