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Side 333
... uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my father's house in town , in order to lay some of the finest sieges to some of the finest fortified cities in Europe - when my uncle Toby was one even- ing getting his supper , with Trim ...
... uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my father's house in town , in order to lay some of the finest sieges to some of the finest fortified cities in Europe - when my uncle Toby was one even- ing getting his supper , with Trim ...
Side 334
... uncle Toby . “ A boy , ” replied the landlord , " of about eleven or twelve years of age ; but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father ; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day ; he has not stirred ...
... uncle Toby . “ A boy , ” replied the landlord , " of about eleven or twelve years of age ; but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father ; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day ; he has not stirred ...
Side 335
... uncle Toby . " He is , " said the corporal . " And in what regiment ? " said my uncle Toby . " I'll tell your honour , " replied the corporal , " every thing straight forwards , as I learnt it . " " Then , Trim , I'll fill another pipe ...
... uncle Toby . " He is , " said the corporal . " And in what regiment ? " said my uncle Toby . " I'll tell your honour , " replied the corporal , " every thing straight forwards , as I learnt it . " " Then , Trim , I'll fill another pipe ...
Side 336
... uncle Toby , he has been bred up from an infant in the army , and the name of a soldier , Trim , sounded in his ears like the name of a friend : I wish I had him here . " . " I never , in the longest march , " said the corporal , " had ...
... uncle Toby , he has been bred up from an infant in the army , and the name of a soldier , Trim , sounded in his ears like the name of a friend : I wish I had him here . " . " I never , in the longest march , " said the corporal , " had ...
Side 337
... uncle Toby , " and I will show it thee to - morrow . In the mean time we may depend upon it , Trim , for our comfort , " said my uncle Toby , " that God Almighty is so good and just a governor of the world , that if we have but done our ...
... uncle Toby , " and I will show it thee to - morrow . In the mean time we may depend upon it , Trim , for our comfort , " said my uncle Toby , " that God Almighty is so good and just a governor of the world , that if we have but done our ...
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Side 259 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Side 496 - s not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress* ear And draw her home with music.
Side 166 - Till the dappled Dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbring Morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Side 258 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Side 259 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing *," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, * Pope's Windsor Forest. In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 238 - Join voices, all ye living souls : ye birds, That, singing, up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Side 237 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Side 167 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the Landscape round it measures, Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest : Meadows trim with Daisies pied, Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide. Towers, and Battlements it sees Bosom' d high in tufted Trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Side 257 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door. Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; Wi' heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 255 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...