Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending, (with Many Original Articles of Interest and Amusement,) a Compilation from the Most Esteemed Authors of Former Times : with a Selection from the Most Approved Works of Present Day; and Forming an Elegant Repository for the Flowers of Ancient and Modern Literature..., Volumes 1-3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 - English literature |
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Yet place before that very woman “ Divine Cleora rather squints : a strong
stimulus - let love , honour , indepen " Maria uses paint ! dence , rouse all the
slumbering energies of her mind - habituate her to long continued endurance of
small evils ...
Yet place before that very woman “ Divine Cleora rather squints : a strong
stimulus - let love , honour , indepen " Maria uses paint ! dence , rouse all the
slumbering energies of her mind - habituate her to long continued endurance of
small evils ...
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The rose - bud blush'd , and I left it weeping , Did Celia's person and her mind
agree , As I changed to a beautiful ray , What mortal could behold her and be free
! From the heaven to the earth , But Nature has , in pity to mankind , In my brilliant
...
The rose - bud blush'd , and I left it weeping , Did Celia's person and her mind
agree , As I changed to a beautiful ray , What mortal could behold her and be free
! From the heaven to the earth , But Nature has , in pity to mankind , In my brilliant
...
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Her Ho paused , and a profound silence ensuels mind , unenlightened by nature
, and unrefined which I at length broke ; by saying “ We should by education , is
deficient in all those soft not expect consummate happiness in this the ...
Her Ho paused , and a profound silence ensuels mind , unenlightened by nature
, and unrefined which I at length broke ; by saying “ We should by education , is
deficient in all those soft not expect consummate happiness in this the ...
Page 158
Shall peace and joy restore to this sad mind . ration . If the liege subjects of this
realm will but employ Luther Vacass , buy his book , With him I'll fly to that blest
shore , take his prescriptions , the king , God bless Where joy , iinmortal , ever ...
Shall peace and joy restore to this sad mind . ration . If the liege subjects of this
realm will but employ Luther Vacass , buy his book , With him I'll fly to that blest
shore , take his prescriptions , the king , God bless Where joy , iinmortal , ever ...
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The “ Oh ! " said the Duchess , Serjeant , whose mind was busy during with great
animation , “ I have seen the curtain lecture with Coke , and Lytevery thing ! There
is only one thing tleton , and Blackstone , heard merely the in the world I wish ...
The “ Oh ! " said the Duchess , Serjeant , whose mind was busy during with great
animation , “ I have seen the curtain lecture with Coke , and Lytevery thing ! There
is only one thing tleton , and Blackstone , heard merely the in the world I wish ...
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Page 79 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 139 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, And only then, — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again ! OH BANQUET NOT.
Page 78 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 168 - In life can Love be bought with gold ? Are Friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No — all that's worth a wish, a thought, Fair Virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought. Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, Let nobler views engage thy mind.
Page 78 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 82 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 47 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells...
Page 78 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 38 - Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Page 62 - The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran.
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| Title | Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending, (with Many Original Articles of Interest and Amusement,) a Compilation from the Most Esteemed Authors of Former Times : with a Selection from the Most Approved Works of Present Day; and Forming an Elegant ..., Volumes 1-3 |
| Publisher | Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Nov 2007 |
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