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Page 174 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away ! The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye. To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die.
Page 105 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends;...
Page 106 - The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye ; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied, The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Page 70 - Never mind our son," cried my wife ; " depend upon it he knows what he is about. I'll warrant we'll never see him sell his hen on a rainy day. I have seen him buy such bargains as would amaze one. I'll tell you a good story about that, that will make you split your sides with laughing. But as I live yonder comes Moses, without a horse, and the box at his back.
Page 47 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay: I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. "And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 44 - Soft as the dew from heaven descends, His gentle accents fell : The modest stranger lowly bends, And follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighbouring poor And strangers led astray.
Page 47 - Each hour a mercenary crowd With richest proffers strove ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, But never talk'd of love. " In humble, simplest habit clad, No wealth nor power had he ; Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me.
Page 69 - ... fair, and buy us a horse that would carry single or double upon an occasion, and make a pretty appearance at church or upon a visit. This at first I opposed stoutly ; but it was as stoutly defended.
Page 48 - My life, my all that's mine \ " No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 44 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely w.ay To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. "Then...