Bausteine: zeitschrift für neuenglische wortforschung. Unter mitwirkung des Neuphilolgischen Vereins in Wien herausgegeben

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Page 114 - Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears Were like a better way: those happy smilets That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
Page 104 - There live not three good men unhanged in England, and one of them is fat, and grows old : God help, the while, a bad world, I say. I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or anything.
Page 281 - I didn't invent it myself though; but a commander in our militia, a great scholar, I assure you, says that there is no meaning in the common oaths, and that nothing but their antiquity makes them respectable ; because, he says, the ancients would never stick to an oath or two, but would say, by Jove...
Page 279 - By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not mean so much to compliment you as myself. It may do me some honour to inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. It may serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most unaffected piety I have, particularly, reason to thank you for your partiality to this performance.
Page 136 - A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all around the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw ; When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl— Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo! Tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! A merry note ! While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 165 - O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight Of this fair world, and all its gentle livers; Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers...
Page 274 - Perhaps so, Madam. But I love to converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss Hard.
Page 269 - I can answer for those two. It is a subject which works well, and suits the frame of mind I have been in for some time past — I told you my design in it was to teach us to love the world and our fellow creatures better than we do — so it runs most upon those gentler passions and affections, which aid so much to it.
Page 130 - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Page 122 - Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

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