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... WOMAN 110 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG ΠΙΟ EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON . EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF " THE SISTERS EPILOGUE TO " THE GOOD - NATURED MAN " EPITAPH ON DR . PARNELL PROLOGUE TO ZOBEIDE . A Tragedy ; Written by Joseph Craddock ...
... WOMAN 110 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG ΠΙΟ EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON . EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF " THE SISTERS EPILOGUE TO " THE GOOD - NATURED MAN " EPITAPH ON DR . PARNELL PROLOGUE TO ZOBEIDE . A Tragedy ; Written by Joseph Craddock ...
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... in his heart to resist the cry of another person's distress . The Dublin sizar had given away his blanket to a shivering beggar- woman ; the Edinburgh medical student became Ac- security for a comrade as poor as himself . 12 Memoir of.
... in his heart to resist the cry of another person's distress . The Dublin sizar had given away his blanket to a shivering beggar- woman ; the Edinburgh medical student became Ac- security for a comrade as poor as himself . 12 Memoir of.
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... the cry of another person's distress . The Dublin sizar had given away his blanket to a shivering beggar- woman ; the Edinburgh medical student became ever wrote . security for a comrade as poor as himself . Ac- 12 Memoir of.
... the cry of another person's distress . The Dublin sizar had given away his blanket to a shivering beggar- woman ; the Edinburgh medical student became ever wrote . security for a comrade as poor as himself . Ac- 12 Memoir of.
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... WOMAN . WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly , And finds too late that men betray , What charm can soothe her melancholy , What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover , To hide her shame from every eye , To give ...
... WOMAN . WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly , And finds too late that men betray , What charm can soothe her melancholy , What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover , To hide her shame from every eye , To give ...
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... woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure . Thus ' tis with all - their chief and constant care Is to seem every thing - but what they are . Yon broad , bold , angry spark ...
... woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure . Thus ' tis with all - their chief and constant care Is to seem every thing - but what they are . Yon broad , bold , angry spark ...
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Page 68 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 55 - Here lies our good Edmund,' whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 28 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 68 - Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride.
Page 67 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Page 67 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Page 130 - The wretch condemn'd with life to part Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Page 59 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Page 65 - SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Page 38 - Even liberty itself is barter' d here : At gold's superior charms all freedom flies, The needy sell it, and the rich man buys ; A land of tyrants, and a den of slaves...