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OF our Amusements ask you?—We am… Ourselves and friends with seaside… Or take a morning ride, a novel, o… Or, seeking nothing, glide about t… And so engaged, with various parti…
There are found amid the Evils of a Laborious Life, some Views of Tranquillity and Happiness. - The Repose and Pleasure of a Summer Sabbath: interrupted by Intoxication and Dispute.– Vi...
The Learned Boy An honest man was Farmer Jones, a… He did by all as all by him should… Grave, cautious, careful, fond of… Yet famed for rustic hospitality:
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn… And yield the praise to worth and… But this with serious words and so… For these are friends with whom we… Helpers of men they’re call’d, and…
‘SQUIRE THOMAS; OR T… ’Squire Thomas flatter’d long a w… Who left him all that she could gi… Ten years he tried, with all his c… To fix the sovereign lady’s varyin…
THE WIDOW’S TALE. To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale,… His only daughter, from her school… A tender, timid maid! who knew not… To pass a pig-sty, or to face a co…
The Village Life, and every care… O’er youthful peasants and declini… What labour yields, and what, that… Age, in its hour of languor, finds… What form the real picture of the…
Part I VAGRANT. Take, take away thy barbarous hand… And let me to thy Master speak; Remit awhile the harsh command,
DISPOSED to wed, e’en while yo… There’s great advantage in a small… Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise… This prudent maxim of the priest o… If poor, delay for future want pre…
To every class we have a School a… Rules for all ranks and food for e… Yet one there is, that small regar… Or study pays, and still is deem’d… That, where a deaf, poor, patient…
OBSERVE that tall pale Veteran… Of shame and guilt!—who cannot rea… Misery and mirth are blended in hi… Much innate vileness and some outw… There wishes strong and stronger g…
Muse of my Spenser, who so well c… The passions all, their bearings a… Who could in view those shadowy be… And with bold hand remove each dar… Wherein love, hatred, scorn, or an…
JESSE AND COLIN. A Vicar died and left his Daughte… It hurt her not, she was not rich… Her humble share of worldly goods… Paid every debt, and then her fort…
The mighty spirit, and its power,… The bloodless cheek, and vivifies… I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot’ri… The jovial curate, and the shrill-… Ye, in the floods of limpid poison…
Upon The Subject When all the fiercer passions ceas… (The glory and disgrace of youth): When the deluded soul in peace, Can listen to the voice of truth: