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answer appears beauty begin believe better breast CHARLES charms comes CROAKER dear desire Enter Exit expect eyes face fear fortune friendship give half hand happiness HASTINGS head hear heart Heaven HONEYWOOD honour hope hour I'll Italy JARVIS keep kind lady land learning leave LEONTINE LOFTY look Lord lost madam manner MARLOW mean merit mind MISS HARDCASTLE MISS NEVILLE MISS RICHLAND nature never night OLIVIA once perhaps plain pleased pleasure poem poet poor present pride reader reason rest rise round scarce seems seen SERVANT serve SIR WILLIAM smiling soul suppose sure taken talk tell there's thing thou thought TONY turn wealth whole wish write young
Stran 93 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Stran 20 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Stran 57 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Stran 53 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Stran 38 - 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.
Stran 38 - Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.
Stran 57 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
Stran 56 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Stran 62 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.