Weeds and wildflowers. With a memoir of the author

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Daniel Lizars; Whittaker, Treacher & Company London; and W. Curry Jun. & Company Dublin, 1830 - 280 strán (strany)
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Strana 155 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Strana 155 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Strana 135 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 129 - That are in heart contrite. 19 The troubles that afflict the just In number many be ; But yet at length out of them all The Lord doth set him free.
Strana lxxiii - A primrose by the river's brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was nothing more.
Strana 218 - O'er glittering wreaths o' drifted sna', And robin hides in sheltering ha', Wi' hardy form, I fear your chance, poor bird, is sma', To bang the storm ! But you will never see that day, Ne'er shiver on the naked spray, For lang before the leaves decay, Some hapless morn, To ruthless hawk you'll fall a prey, Your plumage torn! Was't Freedom, say, or Pleasure's name, That lured you frae your cozie hame? Whichever, I can hardly blame, Though you'll repent it; For wiser folk have done the same, And sair...
Strana 271 - TO THE LAUREL. Bewitching tree ! what magic in thy name ! Yet what thy secret and seductive charms. To lure the great in song, the brave in arms, Who deem thy verdant wreath the badge of fame, — And while they listen to her loud acclaim, Life's purple tide with quicker motion warms ! Full oft, alas ! the hero and the bard Find thee their only meed...
Strana xciv - ... virtue : these he would not compromise for the glitter of genius, and for their maintenance of these, the main objects of his own life and labour, he praised many an author whom other more courtly critics have thought it not cruelty to ridicule. He sums up his eulogium on a poet with the reflection, that he left No line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Strana 117 - Jenny is out at the shearing ; but I'm no alane, my lady. I have just been reading the consolations of Him who says, ' I am with you always, even to the end of the world,' and He has never left me comfortless." " Would you like, or be able to bear the air, in your little garden to-day ?" " I have learned never to like, at least not to long for, what is inconvenient.
Strana lxvii - That's fall'n into disgrace, and in the nostril Smells horrible ? Ye undertakers ! tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, • Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir ? 'Tis wisely done : What would offend the eye in a good picture, The Painter casts discreetly into shades.

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