The effusions of friendship and fancy, letters [by J. Langhorne].

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Página 104 - And, mingling tears they know not why, Lift up their little hands, and cry.
Página 101 - When sorrow fills a brother's eye ; Nor may the tear that frequent flows From private or from social woes, E'er make this pleasing...
Página 102 - E'er make this pleafing fenfe depart.— Ye cares, O harden not my heart! If the fair ftar of Fortune fmile, Let not its flattering power beguile, Nor, borne along the fav'ring tide, My full fails fwell with bloating pride. Let me from wealth but hope content, Remembering ftill it was but lent; To modeft merit fpread my ftore, Unbar my hofpitable door; Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train, While want unpiiied pines in vain. If Heaven, in every purpofe wife, The envied lot of wealth denies; If doom'd...
Página 95 - In awful filence doft thou dwell ? Oft in the depth of winter's reign, As blew the bleak winds o'er the dale, Moaning along the diftant gale, Has Fancy heard thy voice complain.
Página 162 - An Historical Memorial of the NEGOTIATION of France and England, From the 26th of March, 1761, to the 20th of September of the same Year. With the Vouchers, Translated from the French Original, published at Paris by Authority.
Página 60 - Little bird, with bosom red, Welcome to my humble shed! Courtly domes of high degree Have no room for thee and me; Pride and pleasure's fickle throng Nothing mind an idle song. Daily near my table steal, While I pick my scanty meal. Doubt not, little though there be, But I'll cast a crumb to thee ; Well rewarded , if I spy Pleasure in thy glancing eye : See thee , when thou'st eat thy fill, Plume thy breast, and wipe thy...
Página 102 - The envied lot of wealth denies : If doom'd to drag life's painful load Through Poverty's uneven road, And for the due bread of the day...
Página 103 - Sigh'd and forgot its pow'r to save ; 0 for that sympathetic glow, Which taught the holy tear to flow ! It comes ; it fills my labouring breast...
Página 103 - I'll wifh the good I cannot do; And give the wretch that pafles by, A foothing word — a tear— a figh. Howe'er exalted, or depreft, Be ever mine the feeling breaft, From...
Página 106 - I'd form a fairer wreath for thee. EPISTLE TO MR. — : — ' ROM oceaes where fancy no excursion tries. Nor trusts her wing to smoke-envclop'd skies ; Far from the town's dett sted haunts remov'd. And nought but thee deserted that I lov'd , From noise and folly and the world got free, One truant thought yet only stays for thee. What is that world which makes the heart its slave ? A restless sea, revolving wave on wave : There rage the storms of each uncertain clime; There float the wrecks of fortune...

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