The New Foundling Hospital for Wit: Being a Collection of Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection. With Several Pieces Never Before Published, Volume 3

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John Almon
J. Debrett, 1784 - English literature
 

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Page 153 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 121 - ... that if the performer did not appear, the money should be returned ; at the same time a wag crying out from the pit, that if the ladies and gentlemen would give double prices the conjurer would get into a pint bottle.
Page 33 - As mortals who from duft receiv'd their birth, Muft when they die return to native earth ; So too the laurel, that your brow adorns, Sprang from the fair, and to the fair returns. To a LADY, who fent Compliments to a CLERGYMAN upon the Ten of Hearts.
Page 33 - The pleafing tafk be mine To think on all thy cares o'erpaid, To view the Hero you have made, That pleafing part be thine. IV. Who firft mould watch, and who call forth This youthful Prince's various worth, You had the publick voice ; Wifely his royal Sire confign'd To thee, the culture of his mind, And England bleft the choice.
Page 121 - ... be returned ; at the same time a wag crying out from the pit, that if the ladies and gentlemen would give double prices the conjurer would get into a pint bottle. Presently...
Page 31 - Who loved thy tuneful notes, shall join In thy funereal verse ; My painful task shall be to write Th' eternal dirge which they indite, And hang it on thy hearse.
Page 174 - Thy hallow'd bowers explore, O guard from harm his hoary head, And listen to his lore ; For he of joys divine shall tell That wean from earthly woe, And triumph o'er the mighty spell That chains this heart below. " For me, no more the path invites...
Page 34 - Behold, obedient to your pow'r, Confuming fevers rage no more, Nor chilling agues freeze ; The cripple dances void of pain, The deaf in raptures hear again, The blind tranfported fees.
Page 30 - tis in vain, To stop your tears, to hide your pain, Or check your honest rage; Give sorrow and revenge their scope, My present joy, your future hope, Lies murder'd in his cage. Matzel's no more ! ye Graces, Loves, Ye linnets, nightingales, and doves, Attend th' untimely bier; Let every sorrow be express'd, Beat with your wings each mournful breast, And drop the nat'ral tear.
Page 36 - HANBURYS fhall boaft, Of verfe like mine, of charms like yours. VI. A little vain we both may be, Since fcarce another houfe can mew, A poet, that can fing like me ; A beauty, that can charm like you.

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