Think's-I-to-myself, a serio-ludicro, tragico-comico tale, written by Think's-I-to-myself, Who?

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Sida 107 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Sida 145 - In truth he was a strange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness, and in storm, he found delight : Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene The southern Sun diffused his dazzling...
Sida 16 - FATHER of all ! in every age, In every clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord...
Sida 170 - ... that would value them more by the strict rules of honour and proper worth, than by their relation to herself. Her servants found her prudent, and fit to govern, and yet open-handed and apt to reward ; a just exactor of their duty, and a great rewarder of their diligence.
Sida 172 - How gladly would the man recall to life The boy's neglected sire ! a mother too, That softer friend, perbaps more gladly still, Might he demand them at the gates of death.
Sida 104 - The next day he made the sun and moon — the sun to rule the day, and the moon to rule the night.
Sida 169 - ... children, there hath seldom been seen a stricter and more curious care of their persons, their deportment, their nature, their disposition, their learning, and their customs : and if ever kindness and care did contest, and make parties in her, yet her care and her severity...
Sida 62 - He that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it: and he that hateth suretiship is sure. 16 A gracious woman retaineth honour: and strong men retain riches. 17 The merciful man doeth good to his own soul : but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.
Sida 202 - Yet being free I love thee : for the sake Of that one feature can be well content, Disgraced as thou hast been, poor as thou art, To seek no sublunary rest beside.

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