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Pàgina 41 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store ; Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about, the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and, at night, Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Pàgina 35 - Heaven's easy, artless, unencumber'd plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity. Inscribed above the portal, from afar Conspicuous as the brightness of a star, Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words — BELIEVE AND LIVE.
Pàgina 57 - Who, once ensconced in apostolic chair, Is deified, and sits omniscient there ; The lie that knows no kindred, owns no friend, But him that makes its progress his chief end, That having spilt much blood, makes that a boast, And...
Pàgina 14 - And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard. To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.
Pàgina 41 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Pàgina 2 - I know, may be very diverting. I am merry that I may decoy people into my company, and grave that they may be the better for it. Now and then I put on the garb of a philosopher, and take the opportunity that disguise procures me, to drop a word in favour of religion. In short, there is some froth, and here and there a bit of sweet-meat, which seems to entitle it justly to the name of a certain dish the ladies call a trifle.
Pàgina 31 - I should deserve to forfeit all applause) Whatever shocks or gives the least offence To virtue, delicacy, truth, or sense (Try the criterion, 'tis a faithful guide), Nor has, nor can have, Scripture on its side. None but an author knows an author's cares. Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
Pàgina 50 - Tis in the church the leprosy begins ; The priest, whose office is, with zeal sincere To watch the fountain, and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock must drink...
Pàgina 29 - Freshening his lazy spirits as he ran, Unfolded genially, and spread the man ; Returning, he proclaims, by many a grace, By shrugs and strange contortions of his face, How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.