Memoirs, Letters, and Comic Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, of the Late James Smith, Volume 2

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Page 29 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 320 - I' the presence He would say untruths; .and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful...
Page 251 - I found myself then as incapable of writing such an epilogue as I should be now of speaking it. The jingle of rhyme and the language of fiction would but ill suit my present feelings.
Page 324 - Milton's strong pinion now not heaven can bound, Now serpent-like, in prose he sweeps the ground, In quibbles, angel and archangel join, And God the Father turns a school-divine. Not that I'd lop the beauties from his book, Like slashing Bentley with his desperate hook, Or damn all Shakspeare. like the affected fool At court, who hates whate'er he read at school.
Page 243 - With all the native vigour of sixteen, Among the merry troop conspicuous seen, See lively Pope advance in jig, and trip Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip ; Not without art, but yet to Nature true, She charms the Town with humour just yet new ; Cheer'd by her promise, we the less deplore The fatal time when Clive shall be no more.
Page 316 - But who, but God, can tell us who they are? One thinks on Calvin Heaven's own spirit fell; Another deems him instrument of hell; If Calvin feel Heaven's blessing, or its rod.
Page 19 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then beneath the water Do hideous rocks remain? No eyes those rocks discover, That lurk beneath the deep, *To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep...
Page 49 - ... lady. It mattered little what they thought, young Daffodil had relapsed into his reverie. The following was pronounced considerably better : "My thrifty spouse, her taste to please, With rival dames at auctions vies ; She doats on every thing she sees, And every thins sne floats on buys. I with her taste am quite enchanted : Such costly wares, so wisely sought ! Bought, because they may be wanted ; Wanted, because they may be bought.
Page 45 - You have hit it, Sir," answered Merryweather; " upon that circumstance hinges my epigram. It is as follows : " With steady mien, unalter'd eye, The Muses mount the pile ; Melpomene disdains to cry, Thalia scorns to smile. Pierian springs when moderns quaff, 'Tis plainly meant to show, Their Comedy excites no laugh, Their Tragedy no woe.
Page 340 - ... march the Lanes, the Gatties. Objections, taunts, rebukes are fled, Hate, scorn, and ridicule lie dead As so many Donatties. Yates carves the turbot, Lane the lamb, Sir George the fowls, Sir James the ham, Dunn with the beef is busy. His helpmate pats her darling boy, And, to complete a mother's joy, Tom White sits next to Lizzy.

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