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Страница 3 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Страница 187 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away ? — The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from ev"ry eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die...
Страница 117 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man.
Страница 53 - For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And, while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain: "Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died.
Страница 53 - Could nought of purity display To emulate his mind. " The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine ; Their charms were his, but woe to me ! Their constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate...
Страница 117 - The wond'ring neighbours ran. And swore the dog had lost his wits. To bite so good a man. The wound it seemed both sore and sad To every Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That showed the rogues they lied : The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Страница 53 - No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true : The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Страница 3 - She could read any English book without much spelling ; but for pickling, preserving, and cookery, none could excel her. She prided herself also upon being an excellent contriver in housekeeping, though I could never find that we grew richer with all her contrivances.