Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending, (with Many Original Articles of Interest and Amusement,) a Compilation from the Most Esteemed Authors of Former Times : with a Selection from the Most Approved Works of Present Day; and Forming an Elegant Repository for the Flowers of Ancient and Modern Literature..., Томи 1 – 3Printed and published for the proprietors by G. Morgan, 1818 |
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Shiloh Walker. NEVER. AS. IT. SEEMS. Shiloh Walker When a woman shares her deepest secret with the man she loves, the last thing she wants is for him to laugh at her. Or worse...not believe her. But that was what happened three years ...
Shiloh Walker. NEVER. AS. IT. SEEMS. Shiloh Walker When a woman shares her deepest secret with the man she loves, the last thing she wants is for him to laugh at her. Or worse...not believe her. But that was what happened three years ...
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... seems from complaints heard from proprietors of planing mills especially that a fair share of the sticker men belong to the migratory class . Almost any time you get a bunch of planing mill men to dis- cussing the subject of good ...
... seems from complaints heard from proprietors of planing mills especially that a fair share of the sticker men belong to the migratory class . Almost any time you get a bunch of planing mill men to dis- cussing the subject of good ...
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... seems readily explainable by the nearly total absence of variance on this item ( Almost all subjects said graduating from high school is extremely important ) . Moreover , only one item ( " having the latest - style clothes " ) shows a ...
... seems readily explainable by the nearly total absence of variance on this item ( Almost all subjects said graduating from high school is extremely important ) . Moreover , only one item ( " having the latest - style clothes " ) shows a ...
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... seems to be based, at least in part, on the idea that since God is perfect, His book must also be perfect. They believe the God who is all-knowing, all-powerful, and everywhere present would not speak to us in terms of ancient mythology ...
... seems to be based, at least in part, on the idea that since God is perfect, His book must also be perfect. They believe the God who is all-knowing, all-powerful, and everywhere present would not speak to us in terms of ancient mythology ...
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... Petras. WORKING HARD If achieve people how mastery, worked hard knew my to it I wouldn't seem so after wonderful all. —Michelangelo artist MAKING MISTAKES really If you mistakes, you make aren't trying. 18 “It always seems impossible.
... Petras. WORKING HARD If achieve people how mastery, worked hard knew my to it I wouldn't seem so after wonderful all. —Michelangelo artist MAKING MISTAKES really If you mistakes, you make aren't trying. 18 “It always seems impossible.
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Сторінка 79 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Сторінка 139 - How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, Goes answering light. Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat. 'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, And only then, — The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again ! OH BANQUET NOT.
Сторінка 78 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 168 - In life can Love be bought with gold ? Are Friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No — all that's worth a wish, a thought, Fair Virtue gives, unbrib'd, unbought. Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind, Let nobler views engage thy mind.
Сторінка 78 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Сторінка 82 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Сторінка 47 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells...
Сторінка 78 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Сторінка 38 - Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon When even the bees lag at the summoning brass ; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Сторінка 62 - The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran.