The Traveller, the Deserted Village, and Other PoemsGeorge Lamson, 1825 - 144 sider |
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Side 139
... Miss , not yet full fifteen , with fire uncommon , Flings down her sampler , and takes up the woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got pow'r to cure ... MISS CATLEY . Enter EPILOGUE . 139.
... Miss , not yet full fifteen , with fire uncommon , Flings down her sampler , and takes up the woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got pow'r to cure ... MISS CATLEY . Enter EPILOGUE . 139.
Side 140
... Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your busi- ness here ? The Epilogue . The Epilogue ! MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
... Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your busi- ness here ? The Epilogue . The Epilogue ! MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
Side 141
... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . he House ? -Agreed . greed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . ad she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . d first I hope , you'll readily agree e all the critics and the ...
... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . he House ? -Agreed . greed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . ad she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . d first I hope , you'll readily agree e all the critics and the ...
Side 142
... MISS CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from th Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I will discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my ...
... MISS CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from th Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I will discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my ...
Side 143
... MISS CATLEY . Ye brave Irish lads , hark away to the crack , Assist me , I pray , in this woful attack ; For sure I don't wrong you , you seldom are slack , When the ladies are calling , to blush , and hang back : For you're always ...
... MISS CATLEY . Ye brave Irish lads , hark away to the crack , Assist me , I pray , in this woful attack ; For sure I don't wrong you , you seldom are slack , When the ladies are calling , to blush , and hang back : For you're always ...
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ambition Amidst ballad bards beauty bestow Bishop of Dromore blessings blest bliss blooms bookseller bow'rs breast brother BULKLEY Burke character charms cheerful climes Covent Garden cried David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE e'en Epilogue EPITAPH ev'n ev'ry eyes fame feelings flies fond friendship Garrick genius gentle give heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty patriot pity pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r praise pride racter reign Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee thine thou toil TRAVELLER tripe turn Twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wand'ring wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Side 54 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Side 60 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd...
Side 61 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 59 - She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Side 41 - ... Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 78 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.
Side 117 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Side 58 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Side 65 - Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train: Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Side 61 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...