The Table Book..., Volume 1W. Tegg, 1827 - 870 páginas |
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... death Ah ! grant this slight request , — That here my urn may rest , When to its mansion flies my vital breath . This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious mind , and soothe The pangs of that inevitable hoar ; My spirit will not grieve ...
... death Ah ! grant this slight request , — That here my urn may rest , When to its mansion flies my vital breath . This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious mind , and soothe The pangs of that inevitable hoar ; My spirit will not grieve ...
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... death . " The following morning she sent for her confessor , in the certainty of an approaching dissolution . The phy- sicians assured her that her apprehensions were ill founded and premature . " If I had not , " replied she , " seen ...
... death . " The following morning she sent for her confessor , in the certainty of an approaching dissolution . The phy- sicians assured her that her apprehensions were ill founded and premature . " If I had not , " replied she , " seen ...
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... death of Mr. Cookesley broke every link of my connection with the majority of my subscri I became capable , however , of reuling Latın and Greek with some degree of facility , that gentleman employed all my leisure hours in translations ...
... death of Mr. Cookesley broke every link of my connection with the majority of my subscri I became capable , however , of reuling Latın and Greek with some degree of facility , that gentleman employed all my leisure hours in translations ...
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... death , before we had quite finished the first Satire . He died with a letter of mine , unopened , in his hands . This event , which took place on the 15th of January , 1781 , afflicted me beyond measure . " I was not only deprived of a ...
... death , before we had quite finished the first Satire . He died with a letter of mine , unopened , in his hands . This event , which took place on the 15th of January , 1781 , afflicted me beyond measure . " I was not only deprived of a ...
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... death in manhood's bloom . Paulet crept slowly to the tomb ; Here breath , there fame was given : And that wise Power who weighs our lives , By contras , and by pros , contrives To keep the balance even . To thee she gave two piercing ...
... death in manhood's bloom . Paulet crept slowly to the tomb ; Here breath , there fame was given : And that wise Power who weighs our lives , By contras , and by pros , contrives To keep the balance even . To thee she gave two piercing ...
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Página 126 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 472 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 405 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 398 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 25 - ... Lord Orford), were, for the most part, as completely out of my reach as a crown and sceptre. There was, indeed, a resource ; but the utmost caution and secrecy were necessary in applying to it. I beat out pieces of leather as smooth as possible, and wrought my problems on them with a blunted awl ; for the rest, my memory was tenacious, and I could multiply and divide by it to a great extent.
Página 8 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account ; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Página 496 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Página 625 - ... for which reason they had come unarmed. Their object was not to do injury, and thus provoke the Great Spirit, but to do good. They were then met on the broad pathway of good faith and good will, so that no advantage was to be taken on either side, but all was to be openness, brotherhood, and love.
Página 439 - GARRICK. fO a homeless man, who has no spot on this wide world which he can truly call his own, there is a momentary feeling of something like independence and territorial consequence, when, after a weary day's travel, he kicks off his boots, thrusts his feet into slippers, and stretches himself before an inn fire.
Página 405 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk...