The Harp of Erin: Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody, Svazek 1

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Richard Phillips, 1807
 

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Strana 108 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Strana 109 - And further, his majesty professed, that were he to invite the devil to a dinner, he should have three dishes : first, a pig : second, a poll of ling and mustard; and third, a pipe of tobacco, for digesture.
Strana 272 - Ite domum impasti, domino jam non vacat, agni. Pectora cui credam ? quis me lenire docebit « Mordaces curas, quis longam fallere noctem Dulcibus alloquiis, grato cum sibilat igni [Auster Molle pyrum, et nucibus strepitat focus, et malus Miscet cuncta foris, et desuper intonat ulmo?
Strana 246 - RANK nurse of nonsense; on whose thankless coast The base weed thrives, the nobler bloom is lost : Parent of pride and poverty, where dwell Dullness and brogue and calumny : — farewell ! Lo ! from thy land the tuneful prophet flies, And spurns the dust behind in folly's eyes.
Strana 49 - O'er his dread fate my kindred spirit stands Smit with commutual wound, and Pity wrings her hands. Ah ! had some genial ray of bounty shone On talents that but lack'd its aid alone, Had some soft pennon of protection spread Its eider plumage o'er that hapless head, What emanations of the beauteous mind Had deck'd thy works, the marvel of mankind : Snatch'd from...
Strana 247 - While tears by turns and angry curses rend This injured breast, inglorious spot, attend (For spite of anger, spite of satire's thrill, Nature boils o'er; thou art my country still). Oh! pause on ruin's steepy cliff profound, Oh raise thy pale, thy drooping sons around, Exalt the poor, the lordly proud oppress, Thy tyrants humble, but thy soldiers bless. Worn by long toil, as if foredoom'd by fate To glut some pampered reprobate of state; Thy artists cherish, bid the mighty soul Of wisdom range beyond...
Strana 227 - For noble punch shall sweetly fill The thought sublime. By many wrong'd, gay bloom of song, Thou yet art innocent of wrong, Virtue and truth to thee belong, Virtue and truth; Though Pleasure led thy step along, And trapp'd thy youth.
Strana 196 - Thou warbledst thine own jealous pain ! But faithless my lover I found, And in vain to forget him I tried ; The linnet...
Strana 59 - Friendship from her healing store bestows A sov'reign cure each slighter scar to close ; And fair Devotion, brightly fleeting by, Unbars new portals to a purer sky, Whence seraphs, leaning from th' angelic quire, Invite to sweep a more than mortal lyre.
Strana 206 - Woe's me! no more shall younkers crowd About thy hearth, and gabble loud; Where thou, in magistracy proud, Nought humbly said: Alas! we never thought thee good Till thou wast dead. Though, by my soul! still sober, mellow, I ken'd thee aye a special fellow, Catches or psalm-staves prompt to bellow, O pious breedl I ween thou'rt fixt 'tween heav'n and hell: oh! Our comfort's dead.

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