The Works of John Hall-Stevenson, Esq: Containing, Crazy Tales. Fables for Grown Gentlemen. Lyric Epistles. Pastoral Cordial. Pastoral Puke. Macarony Fables. Lyric Consolations. Moral Tales. Monkish Epitaphs. &c. &c. &c, Volume 2J. Nichols, 1795 |
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Page 41 - TO MISS . BY THE SAME. THANKS to your wiles, deceitful fair! The gods, fo long in vain implor'd, At laft have heard a wretch's prayer; At laft I find myfelf reftor'd, From thy bewitching fnares and thee; I feel for once this is no dream ; I feel my captive foul is free, And I am truly what I feem. I cannot now, as heretofore, Put on indifference or difdain, To fmother flames that burn no more, To hide a paffion void of pain. Without a...
Page 44 - But dreary moors and naked rocks, Tho' with you, make my blood run chill. Hear me ; and judge if I'm fincere ; That you are beauteous ftill I fwear;' But Oh ! no longer you appear The faireft, and the only fair. Hear me ; but let not truth offend, In that fine form, in many places, I now fpy faults, my lovely friend, Which I miftook before for graces. And yet...
Page 46 - His little heart foons waxes gay ; Nor falls, grown cautious from his lofs, To artifice again a prey. Perhaps you think I only feign, I do but ftrive againft the ftream; Elfe why for ever in this...
Page 19 - To filvcr ftreams and thickets deep. Upon the Thames there's not a breeze, No zephyr with expiring breath, To animate thofe horrid trees, Silent and motionlefs as death. There you form all your decent plans, To righteoufnefs give a new birth ; And with your tories and your clans Govern the princes of the earth.
Page 20 - The prefent's all we have to heed, Futurity is like a current, Now fmooth and pleafant as the Tweed, Now dreadful like a Highland torrent ; Tumbling with fury down the vale,. The rocks refound, the mountains rattle; Pines float along with groves of cale, Huts, plaids, blue bonnets, and black cattle. Happy is he who lives to-day, Lives for himfelf, 'tis fo much gain, Whether the next be fad or gay, Or the fun never rife again.
Page 245 - Thee to hear us, good Lord. " That it may pleafe Thee to bring into the way of truth all fuch as have erred, and are deceived ; " We befeech Thee to hear us, good Lord.
Page 43 - Whether in angry mood you rife, Or fweetly fit with placid guile, Vain is the lightning of your eyes, And vainer ftill your gilded fmile. Loves, in your fmiles, no longer play ; Your lips, your tongue, have loft their art; Thofe eyes have now forgot the way That led dire&ly to my heart.
Page 16 - But equals floth ; nor ftiall the chief In livid filence guard our laws, Forgotten like a mouldy brief. Supremely wife when wifdom's wanted, Prudent where caution is a merit, Upright, inflexible, undaunted, Pure and enlighten'd like a fpirit. •)• Cydonio arcu — the Cretan or long bow. See St. Paul's Epiftle to Titus, chap. iv )£. XpnTte at* 4*uf«*.
Page 1 - W delivered in a dream, at the King's Bench prison, the evening of his inauguration.
Page 151 - ... vale, , We have no certain dwelling but a jail ; Thither at certain periods we repair. At certain periods wander here and there. 'Tis neither Eaft, nor Weft, nor North, nor South, We live as, heretofore, from hand to mouth.