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Page 70 - Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor his maid-servant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor's.
Page iii - Parnassus' fountain winds, And that Truth, robed in song's benign disguise, Has won the coyest, soothed the sternest minds : So the fond mother her sick infant blinds, Sprinkling the edges of the cup she gives With sweets; delighted with the balm it finds Round the smooth brim, the medicine it receives, Drinks the delusive draught, and, thus deluded, lives.
Page 214 - ... first in peace, first in war, and first in the hearts of his countrymen...
Page 193 - Resolved, That the thanks of this Association be tendered to Z. Richards, Esq., our retiring President, for the able and impartial manner in which he has presided over the deliberations of this body.
Page 374 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated ; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise?
Page iii - O thou, the Muse, that not with fading palms Circlest thy brows on Pindus, but among The Angels warbling their celestial psalms, Hast for thy coronal a golden throng Of everlasting stars! make thou my song Lucid and pure ; breathe thou the flame divine Into my bosom ; and forgive the wrong, If with grave truth light fiction I combine, And sometimes grace my page with other flowers than thine! The world, thou know'st, on tiptoe ever flies Where warbling most Parnassus...
Page 303 - ... before the hour of six o'clock in the morning or after the hour of nine o'clock in the evening...