Leisure-moments in the Camp and in the Guard-room

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T. Wilson & Son, 1812 - 204 pages

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Page 90 - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 133 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 13 - Dessus l'externe où la douleur te pique; Et tu boiras le reste promptement Pour te guérir. Sur cet avis ne sois point hérétique; Car je te fais un serment authentique Que si tu crains ce doux médicament, Ton médecin, pour ton soulagement, Fera l'essai de ce qu'il communique Pour te guérir.
Page 12 - Let others better mould the running mass Of metals, and inform the breathing brass, And soften into flesh a marble face; Plead better at the bar; describe the skies, And when the stars descend, and when they rise: But, Rome! 'tis thine alone, with awful sway, « To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Disposing peace and war thy own majestic way; To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free: These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.
Page 26 - ... righteously they did those dooms repent; Still they were wise, whatever way they went. Crowds err not, though to both extremes they run ; To kill the Father and recall the son.
Page 156 - There shall we find, that when the world began, One common mass compos'd the mould of man ; One paste of flesh on all degrees bestow'd, And kneaded up alike with moist'ning blood. The same Almighty...
Page 173 - Je me ris des honneurs que tout le monde envie, Je méprise des grands le plus charmant accueil, J'évite les palais comme on fait un écueil Où pour peu de sauvés mille ont perdu la vie.
Page 13 - Sur l'épiderme où la douleur te pique; Et tu boiras le reste promptement, Pour te guérir. Sur cet avis ne sois point hérétique ; Car je te fais un serment authentique Que, si tu crains ce doux médicament...
Page 194 - Tircis, ne te plains plus, Je vais mettre fin à ta peine; Je te promets un regard de Caylus.
Page 15 - I'm resolv'd to search for thee: The search itself rewards the pains. So, though the chymic his great secret miss (For neither it in art or nature is,) Yet things well worth his toil he gains; And does his charge and labour pay With good unsought experiments by the way.

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