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Page 165 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Page 164 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike-road, what hard work 'tis crying all day " Knives and Scissors to grind O ! " 'Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives ? Did some rich man tyrannically use you ? Was it the squire ? or parson of the parish ? Or the attorney ? ' Was it the squire, for killing of his game ? or Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
Page 351 - I'VE often wish'd that I could write a book, Such as all English people might peruse ; I never should regret the pains it took, That's just the sort of fame that I should choose : To sail about the world like Captain Cook, I'd sling a cot up for my favourite Muse, And we'd take verses out to Demarara, To New South Wales, and up to Niagara.
Page 14 - ... as a new discovery. They hold a Parnassus-fair every Thursday, give out rhymes and themes, and all the flux of quality at Bath contend for the prizes. A Roman vase dressed with pink ribbons and myrtles receives the poetry, which is drawn out every festival; six judges of these Olympic games retire and select the brightest compositions, which the respective successful acknowledge, kneel to Mrs. Calliope Miller, kiss her fair hand, and are crowned by it with myrtle...
Page 294 - Sweet kerchief, checked with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in ! — Alas! Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U — ,0 — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Page 328 - Sweet child of sickly FANCY!— her of yore From her loved France ROUSSEAU to exile bore; And, while 'midst lakes and mountains wild he ran, Full of himself, and shunn'd the haunts of man, Taught her o'er each lone vale and Alpine steep To lisp the story of his wrongs, and weep...
Page 331 - Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet, perhaps may turn his blow ; But of all plagues, good heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh ! save me from the candid friend.
Page 165 - I should be glad to drink your honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir.
Page 294 - I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen.
Page 306 - Soon after that period I went upon a visit to a Lady in Wetteravia — my Matilda was under her protection — alighting at a peasant's cabin, I saw her on a charitable visit, spreading bread and butter for the children, in a light blue riding-habit. The simplicity of her appearance — the fineness of the weather — all conspired to interest me...