Tales, continued. Flirtation, a dialogue. Occasional piecesJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834 |
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ALEXANDER FRASER TYTLER appear'd art thou awhile beauty behold brother Caliph Clubb comfort compell'd confess'd Conscience COUNTESS OF JERSEY cried crime daring deed delight disdain distress'd doubt dread ease fail'd fair faithful fate father fear fear'd feel felt fix'd folly fond Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE grace grief grieved happy hear heard heart hope humble husband Isaac Jesse John Dighton Julius Cæsar kind knew lady live look look'd Lord Woodhouselee maid Merchant of Venice mind never Newmarket nymph o'er obey'd Orlando pain pass'd passion peace pity pleased pleasure poor praise pride replied rest scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit Squire sure sure as fate tale terror thee thou thought threat'ning trembling truth University of Edinburgh vex'd vile virtue weak wife wish wretch youth
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102. oldal - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
81. oldal - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
81. oldal - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
179. oldal - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
17. oldal - Nor wears a rosy blush, nor sheds perfume ; The few dull flowers that o'er the place are spread Partake the nature of their fenny bed; Here on its wiry stem, in rigid bloom, Grows the salt lavender that lacks perfume ; Here the dwarf sallows creep, the septfoil harsh, And the soft slimy mallow of the marsh ; Lmv on the ear the distant billows sound, And just in view appears their stony bound...
162. oldal - ' Dead ! ' said the startled lady ; ' Yes, he fell Close at the door where he was wont to dwell ; There his sole friend, the ass, was standing by, Half dead himself, to see his master die.
145. oldal - My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
89. oldal - Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din : Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
149. oldal - Almighty gods! if all we mortals want, If all we can require, be yours to grant; Make this fair statue mine (he would have said, But changed his words for shame; and only pray'd), Give me the likeness of my ivory maid.
3. oldal - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.