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Page xi - Bithynos liquisse campos et videre te in tuto ! o quid solutis est beatius curis ? cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto.
Page 102 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea ; And, having swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.
Page 133 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Page 57 - NONSENSE. GOOD reader! if you e'er have seen, When Phoebus hastens to his pillow, The mermaids, with their tresses green, Dancing upon the western billow : If you have seen, at twilight dim, When the lone spirit's vesper hymn Floats wild...
Page 134 - Then fill the bowl, away with gloom, Our joys shall always last ; For hope shall brighten days to come. And memory gild the past.
Page 99 - TO WITH all my soul, then, let us part, Since both are anxious to be free ; And I will send you home your heart, If you will send back mine to me. We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing ; And spring would be but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring. Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond, and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mind — Enough for me that she's a new one.
Page 183 - THE CUTTER, in Five Lectures upon the Art and Practice of Cutting. Lecture 1. Introduction and Definition.