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19. oldal - Hunting, it is the noblest exercise, Makes men laborious, active, wise, Brings health, and doth the spirits delight, It helps the hearing and the sight : It teacheth arts that never slip The memory, good horsemanship, Search, sharpness, courage, and defence, .' And chaseth all ill habits thence.
295. oldal - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear...
79. oldal - 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?
138. oldal - Next pans and kettles of all keys, From trebles down to double base ; And after them, upon a nag, That might pass for a forehand stag, A Cornet rode, and on his staff A smock...
320. oldal - The King is at Hanover. All the letters are full of the Duke's humanity and bravery : he will be as popular with the lower class of men as he has been for three or four years with the low women : he will be the soldier's Great Sir as well as theirs. I am really glad; it will be of great service to the family, if any one of them come to make a figure.
294. oldal - Hark ! from yon covert, where those towering oaks Above the humble copse aspiring rise, What glorious triumphs burst in every gale Upon our ravish'd ears ! The hunters shout, The clanging horns swell their sweet-winding notes, The pack wide opening load the trembling air With various melody ; from tree to tree The propagated cry redoubling bounds...
31. oldal - Th' unhooded falcon sits : with eager eyes She meditates her prey, and, in her wild Conceit, already plumes the dying bird. Up springs the hern, redoubling every stroke, Conscious of danger, stretches far away, With busy pennons and projected beak, Piercing th' opponent clouds : the falcon swift Follows at speed, mounts as he mounts, for hope Gives vigour to her wings.
364. oldal - The Esquires of the body To my Lord Tomnoddy ; ' Sir Fairlie,' ' Sir Lamb,' And the ' Knight of the Ram,' The ' Knight of the Rose,' and the ' Knight of the Dragon," Who, save at the flagon, And prog in the wagon, The newspapers tell us did little ' to brag on ' ; And more, though the Muse knows but little concerning 'em, 'Sir Hopkins/ 'Sir Popkins/ Sir Gage, and 'Sir Jerningham.
137. oldal - em stoutly keep their ground, With horror and disdain wind-bound. And now the cause of all their fear By slow degrees approach'd so near, They might distinguish different noise Of horns, and pans, and dogs, and boys, And kettle-drums, whose sullen dub Sounds like the hooping of a tub.