Anthologia: A Collection of Epigrams, Ludicrous Epitaphs, Sonnets, Tales, Miscellaneous Anecdotes, &c. &c., Interspersed with Originals

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C. Spilsbury and sold by S. Highley, 1807 - 184 Seiten
 

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Seite 180 - But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below. A traveller came to the Well of St. Keyne...
Seite 101 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. "Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish-Stocks for a vagrant.
Seite 92 - Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife removed so rarely well, There take (says Justice), take ye each a shell.
Seite 101 - All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your Pitiful story.
Seite 155 - Flavia the least and slightest toy Can with resistless art employ. This Fan in meaner hands would prove An engine of small force in love ; But she, with such an air and mien, Not to be told or safely seen, Directs its wanton motions so, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow ; Gives coolness to the matchless dame, To every other breast a flame.
Seite 181 - Keyne,' quoth the Cornish-man, 'many a time Drank of this crystal Well, And before the Angel summoned her, She laid on the water a spell. 'If the husband of this gifted Well Shall drink before his wife, A happy man thenceforth is he, For he shall be master for life.
Seite 46 - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
Seite 151 - Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her sense is only chat, Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch, might give th' alarm, 'Twas both perhaps — or neither : In short, 'twas that provoking charm Of Celia all together.
Seite 44 - This faded form ! this pallid hue ! ; This blood my veins is clotting in, My years are many — They were few When first I enter'd at the U — — NIVERSITY of Gottingen — — NIVERSITY of Gottingen.
Seite 181 - I'll venture my life She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne ." "I have left a good woman who never was here...

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