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In this seminary of learning he continued a few years , when he took a Bachelor '
s degree ; but , his brother not being able to obtain any preferment after he left the
college , Oliver , by the advice of Dean Goldfinith of Cork , turned his thoughts ...
In this seminary of learning he continued a few years , when he took a Bachelor '
s degree ; but , his brother not being able to obtain any preferment after he left the
college , Oliver , by the advice of Dean Goldfinith of Cork , turned his thoughts ...
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... the next day : but in truth , ' his constant expreslion , ' I must own , whenever I
attempted to entertain persons of a higher rank , they always thought my
performance odious , and never made me any return for my endeavours to
please them .
... the next day : but in truth , ' his constant expreslion , ' I must own , whenever I
attempted to entertain persons of a higher rank , they always thought my
performance odious , and never made me any return for my endeavours to
please them .
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Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining , And thought of convincing ,
while they thought of dining ; Tho ' equal to all things , for all things unfit , Too nice
for a statesman , too proud for a wit : For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge ...
Who , too deep for his hearers , still went on refining , And thought of convincing ,
while they thought of dining ; Tho ' equal to all things , for all things unfit , Too nice
for a statesman , too proud for a wit : For a patriot too cool ; for a drudge ...
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His ready smile a parent ' s warmth exprest , Their welfare pleased him , and their
cares distreft ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his
serious thoughts had rest in Heaven . As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form ,
Swells ...
His ready smile a parent ' s warmth exprest , Their welfare pleased him , and their
cares distreft ; To them his heart , his love , his griefs were given , But all his
serious thoughts had rest in Heaven . As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form ,
Swells ...
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Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah , turn thine eyes . Where the poor houseless
shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , Has wept at
tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as
...
Are these thy serious thoughts ? Ah , turn thine eyes . Where the poor houseless
shivering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , Has wept at
tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn , Sweet as
...
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Página 11 - The village master taught his little school: A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 18 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower. With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Página 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 9 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Página 10 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 20 - The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms. With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes, And...
Página 11 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 4 - Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Página 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Página 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...