Memoirs, Letters, and Comic Miscellanies in Prose and Verse: Of the Late James Smith, Esq. ...Henry Colburn, 1840 |
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Memoirs, Letters, and Comic Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, of the Late ... Horace Smith No preview available - 2019 |
Memoirs, Letters, and Comic Miscellanies, in Prose and Verse, of the Late ... Colonel James Smith,Horace Smith No preview available - 2016 |
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Popular passages
Page 37 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 261 - I found myself then as incapable of writing such an epilogue as I should be now of speaking it. The jingle of rhyme and the language of fiction would but ill suit my present feelings.
Page 70 - Of all the days that's in the week I dearly love but one day — And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday...
Page 82 - I must reluctantly observe that two causes, the abbreviation of time and the failure of hope, will always tinge with a browner shade the evening of life.
Page 253 - With all the native vigour of sixteen, Among the merry troop conspicuous seen, See lively Pope advance in jig, and trip Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip ; Not without art, but yet to Nature true, She charms the Town with humour just yet new ; Cheer'd by her promise, we the less deplore The fatal time when Clive shall be no more.
Page 112 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love, my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month; and Gay A week ; and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear, To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug and cry I'm sorry; but we all must die.
Page 92 - Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame, And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.
Page 81 - The present is a fleeting moment, the past is no more ; and our prospect of futurity is dark and doubtful. This day may possibly be my last : but the laws of probability, so true in general, so fallacious in particular, still allow about fifteen years.
Page 73 - Our fate is accomplished, nephew. Hand me yonder volume ; — I shall die as a student in my vocation. Do you then hasten to take refuge on board the fleet at Misenum.
Page 27 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then beneath the water Do hideous rocks remain? No eyes those rocks discover, That lurk beneath the deep, *To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep...