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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Page 46
To me it pictur'd hope , and taught My spirit this consoling thought , That Love's
sun , tho ' it rise in tears , May set in biiss . THE REMONSTRANCE . What a rout
do you make for a single poor kiss ; I seiz'd it , ' tis true , and I ne'er shall repent it
...
To me it pictur'd hope , and taught My spirit this consoling thought , That Love's
sun , tho ' it rise in tears , May set in biiss . THE REMONSTRANCE . What a rout
do you make for a single poor kiss ; I seiz'd it , ' tis true , and I ne'er shall repent it
...
Page 144
And Brutus ( the father , so just and severe , Who condemned both his sons
without sbedding a tear ) Dieelar'd , in the ... The friends , who in our sunshine
live , When winter comes are fown ; And he , who hath but tears to gire , Must
weep ...
And Brutus ( the father , so just and severe , Who condemned both his sons
without sbedding a tear ) Dieelar'd , in the ... The friends , who in our sunshine
live , When winter comes are fown ; And he , who hath but tears to gire , Must
weep ...
Page 95
The men , were actually drowned in the inhouse was crowded with hundreds
more undation of tears that flowed from the than it could hold , with thousands of
galleries , the slips , and the boxes , to admiring spectators , that went away
increase ...
The men , were actually drowned in the inhouse was crowded with hundreds
more undation of tears that flowed from the than it could hold , with thousands of
galleries , the slips , and the boxes , to admiring spectators , that went away
increase ...
Page 107
H. D. B. The world , the senseless world remembers , The music which hath
passed away : Its tears have steeped the cold , cold embers ; But thou art gay .
HAPPINESS . Oh ! Happiness , thou airy sprite , Thou spirit of the wind , Swift
passeth ...
H. D. B. The world , the senseless world remembers , The music which hath
passed away : Its tears have steeped the cold , cold embers ; But thou art gay .
HAPPINESS . Oh ! Happiness , thou airy sprite , Thou spirit of the wind , Swift
passeth ...
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1 almost expiring for want , and the tears children almost naked , lying on straw ,
of an affectionate wife , pierced him with dying with hunger , and the mother
unutterable anguish . · Dearest husband , what an object was the wretched
mother ...
1 almost expiring for want , and the tears children almost naked , lying on straw ,
of an affectionate wife , pierced him with dying with hunger , and the mother
unutterable anguish . · Dearest husband , what an object was the wretched
mother ...
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answered appeared asked beauty better breast called charms court cried dead dear death died door earth Epigrams eyes face fair father fear feel fire fortune gave give hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope horse hour John kind King lady late learned leave lies light lines live look Lord lost manner master means meet mind morning nature never night o'er observed once passed person pleasure poor present received replied rest returned rose round seems seen short side smile soon soul spirit sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought told took true turn whole wife wish woman young youth
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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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