A Tour Through England: Described in a Series of Letters, from a Young Gentleman to His Sister. With Copper Plates
Tabart and Company at their Juvenile and School Library, No. 157, New Bond-Street, 1806 - England - 200 pages
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Page 127 - With gentle female tenderness combin'd, Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song, the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong ; Her form, each beauty of her mind express'd, Her mind, was Virtue by the Graces dress'd*.
Page 90 - Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state ; But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sun-beam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 161 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings. O Solitude ! the man who thee foregoes, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs.
Page 37 - Thou noblest monument of Albion's isle! Whether by Merlin's aid, from Scythia's shore, To Amber's fatal plain Pendragon bore, Huge frame of...
Page 37 - mid thy massy maze their mystic lore : Or Danish chiefs, enrich'd with savage spoil, To victory's idol vast, an unhewn shrine, Rear'd the rude heap, or in thy hallow'd round Repose the kings of Brutus...
Page 81 - Diffus'd its heavenly beam ; Think on the wretch whose distant lot This friendly aid denies ; Think how in some poor lonely cot He unregarded lies ! Hither the helpless stranger bring, Relieve his heartfelt woe, And let thy bounty, like this spring, In genial currents flow : So may thy years from grief and pain, And pining want, be free ; And thou from Heaven that mercy gain, The poor receive from thee.
Page 168 - And Margaret my feare. That I spent, that I had : That I gave, that I have ; That I left, that I lost. AD 1579. — ' Quoth Robertas Byrks, who in this world did reign threescore years and seven, and yet lived not one.