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Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance admiration Anacreon appeared Austin bastinadoes bosom Boyd breast character confess Countess of Moira curiosity dead dear death Dermody's Dublin elegant EUPHRANOR ev'ry exalted fame fancy fate favour feelings flatter French gave genius gentleman Gilbert Austin grateful servant gratitude hand happy hast head heart heav'n honour Horace Houlton Hudibrastic Hughye humanity humble John Baynham's Killeigh kind Lady Moira ladyship Latin letter Leuconoë linnet lyre MADAM merit merry Milton mind misfortunes MONODY muse Naiad nature never night o'er Owenson Paddy pasquinade passion patron pity pleasure Plutarch poem poet poetical poetry Polydore poor praise racter received reverend scene sentiments Shakspeare shew sigh sincere smile song sonnets soon soul spect spirit sweet talents taste tear tender thee THOMAS DERMODY thou thought tion took translation tune verse virtues Walter Manny ween wished young younkers youth
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Página 152 - Out of the fertile ground he caus'd to grow All trees of noblest kind for sight, smell, taste; And all amid them stood the tree of life...
Página 216 - A soldier and a sailor, A tinker and a tailor, Had once a doubtful strife, sir, To make a maid a wife, sir, Whose name was buxom Joan. For now the time was ended, When she no more intended To lick her lips at men, sir, And gnaw the sheets in vain, sir, And lie o
Página 217 - But while these three were prating, The sailor slily waiting, Thought if it came about, sir, That they should all fall out, sir, He then might play his part. And just e'en as he meant, sir, To loggerheads they went, sir, And then he let fly at her A shot 'twixt wind and water, That won this fair maid's heart.
Página 54 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 218 - Own Elegy are also worth quoting : " Gude faith ! with all thy roguish trick, Thy Pegasus has got a kick ; Flat as a tomb-stone, dumb as stick, Thou liest at last : God send, thou gang'st not to old Nick For frolics past ! " " I do remember thee right well ; Thou didst in witty pranks excel ; Can all thy deeds of sly note tell, Thou great verse-fighter ; But, ah ! auld Death has borne the bell, And bit the biter.
Página 199 - tween heav'n and hell: oh! Our comfort's dead. But for that plaguy profligate, We early might enjoy and late The knowledge of thy teeming pate From board to bed: But now thou'rt 'neath a puny slate: Droll Johnny's dead. Full many a hard bout hast thou weather'd: By merry Bob severely tether'd; More sadly than if tarr'd and feather'd, Like bull-dog led: Now all my tools are fairly gather'd; Blythe Baynham's dead. Heav'n lend thy soul its surest port, And introduce thee to the court; Revive again thy...
Página 67 - Tuneful Alexis, on the Thames' fair side, The ladies' plaything, and the Muses' pride ; With merit popular, with wit polite, Easy though vain, and elegant though light ; Desiring, and deserving others...
Página 236 - I allow you considerable facility in rhyming : nature has bestowed upon you that particular branch of ability. But if your rhymes convey not great, noble, just, and striking sentiments ; or do not flow embellished by picturesque ideas, or adorned by elegance of style ; your reputation as a poet will never rise above mediocrity. Be not misled by the fanciful caprice of a short period : you would not have met that flattering share of applause in England, where criticism is more rigid in its scrutiny,...
Página 202 - how dare you write Such stuff on me, as dead outright ; I think, by this good candle-light, You've earn'da drubbing. ' Pho ! peace,' said I, ' I'll blot it quite ; Aye, by St. Dobbin.
Página 14 - Ix>! to the taper's tremulous ray White veil'd shades their frames disclose, Vests of lily, cheeks of rose ; In dim Fancy's vision seen, Alive, awake, they rush between.