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Página 156 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 28 - Has every repartee in store She spoke ten thousand times before ; Can ready compliments supply On all occasions, cut and dry ; Such hatred to a parson's gown, The sight will put her in a swoon $ For conversation well endued, She calls it witty to be rude ; And, placing raillery in railing, Will tell aloud your greatest failing...
Página 123 - Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Página 214 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of wo To midnight dances, and the public show...
Página 113 - ... by turning the soul inward on itself, its forces are concentred, and are fitted for stronger and bolder flights of science ; and that, in such pursuits, whether we take, or whether we lose the game, the chase is certainly of service...
Página 60 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here !' Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow: The world may find the Spring by following her; For other print her airy steps ne'er left. Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west wind she shot along, And where she went, the flowers took thickest root. As she had sowed them with her odorous foot.