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Page 102 - Sings And let me the canakin clink, clink; And let me the canakin clink A soldier's a man; A life's but a span; Why, then, let a soldier drink.
Page 114 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Page 102 - ... tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; "Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath.
Page 29 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Page 20 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 32 - Be aisy; and if ye can't be aisy, be as aisy as ye can"? We may commend that to the Irish National Theatre Society. And for ourselves we are quite "aisy"; for the "deliberate" methods of these enthusiasts will surely lose their stiffness in due course of time.
Page 65 - ... of this doctrine acknowledged by almost all that have ever tried the reverses of Fortune's wheel themselves — by all that have contemplated, from an elevation not too high for sympathy, the usual course of manners, when their fellow creatures either encounter or live in constant apprehension of " The thousand ills that rise where money fails, Debts, threats, and duns, bills, bailiffs, writs, and jails ?" To such mean miseries the latter years of Burns's life were exposed, not less than his...
Page 105 - I thank you for the honour you have conferred on me by calling me to preside at this festive board.
Page 48 - Well, as I aint flush in the financial way, I accept. Let there be no mussing between us." The Hoosier then learned from the contractor where his office was, and at what hour he would be there next morning; and there he was before the appointed time. Now it happens that the bed-room of the contractor is immediately over his office. He was yet in bed, and indeed asleep, when the hoosier reached there, for it was not well five o'clock ; but he was soon awoke by a very loud, if not a very musical matin...
Page 47 - Hotel, or, to use his own words, " he dropped on him like a catamount on a coon." Of course, the tedious formula of an introduction was dispensed with, and our western hero bounded at once to matters of business. He commenced — " How are you, Squire — how d'ye rise?" Contractor. — " I am well, sir. Whom have I the pleasure of addressing ?" Hoosier. — " Why, Squire, my name's Ruth — Ben Ruth ; but you know, as I heard the player fellow say in Louisville, ' there aint nothin