Our county: or, Hampshire in the reign of Charles ii, Band 75

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Seite 201 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Seite 119 - Midst gloomy glades, in warbles clear, Wild nature's sweetest notes they hear : On green untrodden banks they view The hyacinth's neglected hue; In their lone haunts, and woodland rounds, They spy the squirrel's airy bounds ; And startle from her ashen spray, Across the glen, the screaming jay : Each native charm their steps explore Of Solitude's sequester'd store. For them the moon with cloudless ray Mounts, to illume their homeward way : Their weary spirits to relieve, The meadows incense breathe...
Seite 2 - Tis now th' apartment of the toad; And there the fox securely feeds, And there the...
Seite 61 - ... that smoothed his pillow, and administered to his helplessness? Oh! there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart. It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment; she will glory...
Seite 50 - CHLOEIS, farewell ! I now must go : For, if with thee I longer stay, Thy eyes prevail upon me so, I shall prove blind, and lose my way. Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth, Among the rest me hither brought : Finding this fame fall short of truth Made me stay longer than I thought. For I'm...
Seite 219 - Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet...
Seite 210 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not...
Seite 220 - ... fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks in rustic dance Frisking ply their feeble feet. Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet. But chief the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Seite xiii - A collection of debates, reports, orders, and resolutions of the House of Commons, touching the right of electing members...
Seite 21 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike; And like the sun, they shine on all alike.

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