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... fhall the Mufe from fmoke elicit fire . Coxcombs prefer the tickling fting of fnuff ; Yet all their claim to wisdom is — a puff : Lord FOP IN fmokes not - for his teeth afraid : Sir TAWDRY fmokes not - for he wears brocade . 10 Ladies ...
... fhall the Mufe from fmoke elicit fire . Coxcombs prefer the tickling fting of fnuff ; Yet all their claim to wisdom is — a puff : Lord FOP IN fmokes not - for his teeth afraid : Sir TAWDRY fmokes not - for he wears brocade . 10 Ladies ...
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... fhall be my retreat : Who cannot flatter , bribe , betray ; Who cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er a pipe , whose vapour bland In fweet oblivion lulls the land ...
... fhall be my retreat : Who cannot flatter , bribe , betray ; Who cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er a pipe , whose vapour bland In fweet oblivion lulls the land ...
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... fhall fmile , And blefs thy evening walk and morning toil . Prepare for death , if here at night you roam , And fign your will before you fup from home . 225 Some fiery fop , with new commiffion vain , Who fleeps on brambles till he ...
... fhall fmile , And blefs thy evening walk and morning toil . Prepare for death , if here at night you roam , And fign your will before you fup from home . 225 Some fiery fop , with new commiffion vain , Who fleeps on brambles till he ...
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... fhall thy friend , nor thou refufe his aid , 260 Still foe to vice , forfake his Cambrian fhade ; In virtue's cause once more exert his rage , Thy fatire point , and animate thy page . C VOL . II . LOVE ELEGIES . BY JAMES HAMMOND , ESQ ...
... fhall thy friend , nor thou refufe his aid , 260 Still foe to vice , forfake his Cambrian fhade ; In virtue's cause once more exert his rage , Thy fatire point , and animate thy page . C VOL . II . LOVE ELEGIES . BY JAMES HAMMOND , ESQ ...
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... fhall her lofs deplore , And round the bier affembled lovers weep : 20 With flow'ry garlands , each revolving year , Shall ftrow the grave where truth and softness reft , Then , home returning , drop the pious tear , And bid the turf ...
... fhall her lofs deplore , And round the bier affembled lovers weep : 20 With flow'ry garlands , each revolving year , Shall ftrow the grave where truth and softness reft , Then , home returning , drop the pious tear , And bid the turf ...
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Page 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 91 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Page 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 89 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 164 - 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.
Page 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.