The flowers of literature, or, Encyclopædia of anecdote, a coll. by W. Oxberry, Volume 2William Oxberry 1821 |
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... our company , who , on account of his information respecting the antidote , was received into the number of our friends . ( To be resumed . ) AN ANACREONTIC TALE . FROM THE FRENCH OF THE CHEVALIER 10 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE :
... our company , who , on account of his information respecting the antidote , was received into the number of our friends . ( To be resumed . ) AN ANACREONTIC TALE . FROM THE FRENCH OF THE CHEVALIER 10 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE :
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... respect who by his industry is enabled to maintain more than one wife . To be without children is esteemed a great reproach ; in such cases the marriage - contract is , as it were , by consent broken ; for the man has only to leave his ...
... respect who by his industry is enabled to maintain more than one wife . To be without children is esteemed a great reproach ; in such cases the marriage - contract is , as it were , by consent broken ; for the man has only to leave his ...
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... respect towards you , individually , I beg leave to withdraw my tragedy of The Italians entirely from the stage ... respecting the nature of the government by which I am holden in durance . - Though my inquiries for that purpose have ...
... respect towards you , individually , I beg leave to withdraw my tragedy of The Italians entirely from the stage ... respecting the nature of the government by which I am holden in durance . - Though my inquiries for that purpose have ...
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... respecting the immense army of six hundred men , makes nothing against this observation ; that formidable body being kept up , as I have already observed , only to amuse their fair country women by their splendid ap- pearance and ...
... respecting the immense army of six hundred men , makes nothing against this observation ; that formidable body being kept up , as I have already observed , only to amuse their fair country women by their splendid ap- pearance and ...
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... the people , in this respect , was highly praiseworthy , and was a severe rebuke to the president for having invited such an infa- mous character into the country . mercy been shewn to age , sex , or condition 76 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE ;
... the people , in this respect , was highly praiseworthy , and was a severe rebuke to the president for having invited such an infa- mous character into the country . mercy been shewn to age , sex , or condition 76 FLOWERS OF LITERATURE ;
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Page 163 - Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Page 163 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 306 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 240 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Page 241 - There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
Page 375 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 170 - 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. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 160 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold...
Page 171 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Page 238 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.