1836, ISBN: 9780217801577

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Th… Mehr…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: COUNT RUMFORD'S ESSAYS. These, Virtue, are thy triumphs, that adorn Fitliest our nature, and bespeak us born For loftiest action?not to gaze and run From clime to clime or batten in the sun, Dragging a drony flight from flower to flower, Like summer insects in a gaudy hour Nor yet o'er lovesick tales with fancy range, And cry, ' Tis pitiful, 'tis passing strange !' But on life's varied views to look around, And raise expiring sorrow from the ground: ? And he?who thus hath borne his part assign'd In the sad fellowship of human kind, Or for a moment soothed the bitter pain Of a poor brother?has not lived in vain. 1796. EPIGRAMS. ON A LATE MARRIAGE BETWEEN AN OLD MAID AND A FRENCH PETIT MAITRE. Tho' Miss 's match is a subject of mirth, She consider'd the matter full well, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth To perhaps a whole dozen in hell. 179G. ON AN AMOROUS DOCTOR. From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart, And left it sticking in Sangrado's heart. No quiet from that moment has he known, And peaceful sleep has from his eyelids flown And opium's force, and what is more, alack ! His own orations cannot bring it back. In short, unless she pities his afflictions, Despair will make him take his own prescriptions. 1796. There comes from old Avaro's grave A deadly stench?why, sure, they have Immured his soul within his grave! 179C. Last Monday all the papers said That Mr. was dead Why, then, what said the city ? The tenth part sadly shook their head, And shaking sigh'd, and sighing said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity !" But when the said report was found A rumour wholly without ground, Why, then, what said the city ? The other nine parts shook their head, Repeating what the tenth had said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity!" ...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<

1836, ISBN: 9780217801577

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Th… Mehr…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: COUNT RUMFORD'S ESSAYS. These, Virtue, are thy triumphs, that adorn Fitliest our nature, and bespeak us born For loftiest action?not to gaze and run From clime to clime or batten in the sun, Dragging a drony flight from flower to flower, Like summer insects in a gaudy hour Nor yet o'er lovesick tales with fancy range, And cry, ' Tis pitiful, 'tis passing strange !' But on life's varied views to look around, And raise expiring sorrow from the ground: ? And he?who thus hath borne his part assign'd In the sad fellowship of human kind, Or for a moment soothed the bitter pain Of a poor brother?has not lived in vain. 1796. EPIGRAMS. ON A LATE MARRIAGE BETWEEN AN OLD MAID AND A FRENCH PETIT MAITRE. Tho' Miss 's match is a subject of mirth, She consider'd the matter full well, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth To perhaps a whole dozen in hell. 179G. ON AN AMOROUS DOCTOR. From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart, And left it sticking in Sangrado's heart. No quiet from that moment has he known, And peaceful sleep has from his eyelids flown And opium's force, and what is more, alack ! His own orations cannot bring it back. In short, unless she pities his afflictions, Despair will make him take his own prescriptions. 1796. There comes from old Avaro's grave A deadly stench?why, sure, they have Immured his soul within his grave! 179C. Last Monday all the papers said That Mr. was dead Why, then, what said the city ? The tenth part sadly shook their head, And shaking sigh'd, and sighing said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity !" But when the said report was found A rumour wholly without ground, Why, then, what said the city ? The other nine parts shook their head, Repeating what the tenth had said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity!" ...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<

1836, ISBN: 9780217801577

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Th… Mehr…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: COUNT RUMFORD'S ESSAYS. These, Virtue, are thy triumphs, that adorn Fitliest our nature, and bespeak us born For loftiest action?not to gaze and run From clime to clime or batten in the sun, Dragging a drony flight from flower to flower, Like summer insects in a gaudy hour Nor yet o'er lovesick tales with fancy range, And cry, ' Tis pitiful, 'tis passing strange !' But on life's varied views to look around, And raise expiring sorrow from the ground: ? And he?who thus hath borne his part assign'd In the sad fellowship of human kind, Or for a moment soothed the bitter pain Of a poor brother?has not lived in vain. 1796. EPIGRAMS. ON A LATE MARRIAGE BETWEEN AN OLD MAID AND A FRENCH PETIT MAITRE. Tho' Miss 's match is a subject of mirth, She consider'd the matter full well, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth To perhaps a whole dozen in hell. 179G. ON AN AMOROUS DOCTOR. From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart, And left it sticking in Sangrado's heart. No quiet from that moment has he known, And peaceful sleep has from his eyelids flown And opium's force, and what is more, alack ! His own orations cannot bring it back. In short, unless she pities his afflictions, Despair will make him take his own prescriptions. 1796. There comes from old Avaro's grave A deadly stench?why, sure, they have Immured his soul within his grave! 179C. Last Monday all the papers said That Mr. was dead Why, then, what said the city ? The tenth part sadly shook their head, And shaking sigh'd, and sighing said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity !" But when the said report was found A rumour wholly without ground, Why, then, what said the city ? The other nine parts shook their head, Repeating what the tenth had said, " Pity, indeed, 'tis pity!" ...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<