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Page 112 - Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath ; Shall, when all other comforts cease, .Like a kind angel whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death.
Page 112 - And crown our hoary hairs ; They'll grow in virtue every day, And thus our fondest loves repay, And recompense our cares.
Page 6 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 102 - ... sensible that marriages in the royal family are of the highest importance to the state, and that therefore the kings of this realm have ever been entrusted with the care and approbation thereof...
Page 142 - I have fet you in the way of fortune, and it will be your own. fault if you are not a made man. See what a fortune has been made by this Lord, and that Lord, by Mr. fuch-a-one and fuch-a-one : what hinders you to be •at fuccefsful?
Page 151 - Dove he found ,At diftance fcen, too far to hear His voice : a fportfman much too near, With lifted tube, and levelling eye, The fatal lead prepar'd to fly ; TUe trigger then began to move, His aim was pointed at the Dove.
Page 103 - ... planted in us by the author of our nature, and utterly incompatible with all religion, natural and revealed, and therefore a mere aft of power, having neither the nature nor obligation of law.
Page 191 - Late, gloomy winter chill'd the sullen air, Till Soliman arose, and all was fair. Soft in his reign, the notes of love resound, And pleasure's rosy cup goes freely round. Here on the bank, which mantling vines o'ershade, Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade.