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Pierce Egan's Book of Sports, and Mirror of Life: Embracing the Turf, the ...
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Стр. 139 - But the nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet •descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, '•' Lord, what music hast thou provided for the saints in heaven,...
Стр. 259 - 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...
Стр. 125 - The entertainment and show went forward, and most of the presenters went backward, or fell down ; wine did so occupy their upper chambers.
Стр. 43 - There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
Стр. 272 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 282 - Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my Friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Стр. 279 - Lord, who hath praise enough ; nay, who hath any ? None can express Thy works, but he that knows them; And none can know Thy works, they are so many, And so complete, but only he that owes them.
Стр. 305 - Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Стр. 259 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.