A descriptive catalogue of books, in the library of John Holmes, F.S.A.

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Printed by Matchett, Stevenson, and Matchett, 1830 - Antiques & Collectibles
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Page 216 - I. If I had thought thou could'st have died, I might not weep for thee ; But I forgot when by thy side, The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, That thou could'st mortal be : It never through my mind had past, And thou should'st smile no more
Page 1 - Of Twelfth-night King and Queen, and children's play. " I tell of Valentines, and true-love's Knots, " Of Omens, Cunning-men, and drawing Lots— " I tell of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, " Of April, May, of June and July flowers. " I tell of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes, " Of Bridegrooms, Brides, and of
Page 269 - founded on the following passage in Genesis, chap. VI. " And it came to pass, that the Sons of God, saw the " daughters of men, that they were fair; and they took them
Page 63 - till the last Made former wonders its—To-day the French All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods Shone down the English; and to-morrow they Made Britain India: every man that stood, Shew'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As
Page 196 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive See him, when starv'd to death, and turn'd to dust, No gen'rous Patron, would a dinner give. Presented with a monumental bust. The Poet's Fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for Bread, and he receiv'da Stone. Butler,
Page 229 - Arriving at the Mount of St. Maries, in the stony stage, " where I now stand, I have brought you some fine Biskets, " baked in the oven of Charity, and carefully conserved for " the Chickens of the Church, the Sparrows of the Spirit, and " the sweet Swallows of Salvation.
Page 216 - ne'er left'st unsaid : And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead. III. If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art, And, where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have,
Page 32 - After having written more odes than Horace, and about four times as many comedies as Terence, he found himself reduced to great difficulties by the importunities of a set of men, who of late years had furnished him with the accommodations of life, and would not, as we say, be paid with a song
Page 82 - cities draw. There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and av'rice throng the way ; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare : Loose revelry, and riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold : Or when in silence all is drown'd, Fell murder walks her lonely round.
Page 79 - greater reason, judgement, and temper, " and with a better grace in all his words and actions, than did " this great and excellent person ; and he moved the hearts of " all his auditors, some few excepted, to remorse and pity."— The Earl's

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