One more Unfortunate, / Weary of breath, / Rashly importunate, / Gone to her death. Take her up tenderly, / Lift her with care; / Fashioned so slenderly, / Young, and so fair! |
Our very hopes belied our fears, / Our fears our hopes belied - / We thought her dying when she slept, / And sleeping when she died! |
She stood breast high amid the corn. |
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther. |
That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself. |
That picture raffles will conduce to nourish - Design, or cause coloring to flourish, Admits of logic chopping and wise - sawing, For surely lotteries encourage drawing |
The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago |
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, Novelty, novelty, novelty |
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, Novelty, novelty, novelty |
There is even a happiness - That makes the heart afraid |
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind |
What is a modern poet's fate?/ To write his thoughts upon a slate;/ The critic spits on what is done,/ Gives it a wipe" - and all is gone. |
Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown. |
With fingers weary and worn, / With eyelids heavy and red, / A woman sat in unwomanly rags, / Plying her needle and thread - / Stitch! stitch! stitch! |