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A Tour Through the Northern Counties of England, and the Borders ..., Zväzok 2
Úplné zobrazenie - 1802
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Strana 108 - ... who has lengthened, and one who has gladdened life ; with Dr. James, whose skill in physic will be long remembered ; and with David Garrick, whom I hoped to have gratified with this character of our common friend. But what are the hopes of man ? I am disappointed by that stroke of death which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
Strana 109 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame ; Till his relish grown callous almost to disease, Who peppered the highest was surest to please.
Strana 19 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 144 - Combs the wide card, and forms th' eternal line. Slow with soft lips the whirling can acquires The tender skeins, and wraps in rising spires ; With...
Strana 19 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Strana 109 - As an actor, confessed without rival to shine : As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art.
Strana 109 - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day...
Strana 77 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong; Her form each beauty of her mind express'd, Her mind was Virtue by the Graces dress'd.
Strana 224 - ... occasion into enlarged public affections. The very same tender, benevolent, feeling, liberal mind, which, in the internal relations of life, conciliated the genuine love of those who see men as they are, rendered him an inflexible patriot. He was devoted to the cause of freedom, not because he was haughty and intractable, but because he was beneficent and humane. •• A sober, unaffected, unassuming piety, the basis of all true morality, gave truth and permanence to his virtues. " He died at...
Strana 262 - ... sincere, And soft humanity were there. In agony, in death, resign'd, She felt the wound she left behind, Her infant image here below, Sits smiling on a father's woe: Whom what awaits, while yet he strays Along the lonely vale of days? A pang, to secret sorrow dear; A sigh; an unavailing tear; Till time shall every grief remove, With life, with memory, and with love. EPITAPH ON A CHILD HERE, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies A child, the darling of his parents...