A Book for a Corner, Bind 2G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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Side 218 - we seen him, at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots BO high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook
Side 219 - was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to misery all he had—a tear; He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread ahode (There they alike in trembling hope repose),
Side 131 - age. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate ! Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies : Thought would destroy their paradise.— No more. Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to
Side 105 - by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.' He then repeated with great emotion Shenstone's lines: «' Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found His warmest welcome at an inn.
Side 106 - at an Inn. Here, waiter, take my sordid ore, Which lackeys else might hope to win ; It buys what courts have not in store, It buys me freedom at an Inn. Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an Inn.
Side 115 - and got a thousand guineas and fourscore pounds a-year for my old aunt, and a twenty-pound prize in the lottery, and Lord knows what arrears in the treasury, and am a rich fellow enough, go to ; a fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns, and everything handsome about him;
Side 218 - who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, '• Oft
Side 133 - Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing.* Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, * A line that has become a favorite quotation with critics, especially as applied to passages in music. My grave Lord-Keeper led the brawls ;* The seal and maces
Side 64 - on his brain. His person is well turned, and of a good height He is very ready at that sort of discourse with which men usually entertain women. He has all his life dressed very well, and remembers habits as others do men. He can smile when one speaks to him, and laughs easily. He
Side 153 - pleased to see the statesman Cecil upon his knees: and concluding them all to be great men, was conducted to the figure which represents that martyr to good housewifery, who died by the prick of a needle. Upon our interpreter's telling us that she was maid of honor to Queen Elizabeth, the knight was very inquisitive