| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Shenstone. (17141763) (continued) |
| | | 4139 | So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. |
| A Pastoral. Part i. |
| 4140 | I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. |
| A Pastoral. Part i. |
| 4141 | My banks they are furnishd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. |
| A Pastoral. Part ii. Hope. |
| 4142 | For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. |
| Jemmy Dawson. |
| 4143 | Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield. |
| The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6. |
| 4144 | | Pun-provoking thyme. |
| The Schoolmistress. Stanza 11. |
| 4145 | A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo. |
| The Schoolmistress. Stanza 28. |
| | | John Brown. (17151766) |
| | | 4146 | Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. |
| Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 4147 | | And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. |
| An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope. 1 |
| | | James Townley. (17151778) |
| | | 4148 | Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur. Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come. |
| High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 4149 | | From humble Port to imperial Tokay. |
| High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| | Note 1. Anderson: British Poets, vol. x. p. 879. See note in Contemporary Review, September, 1867, p. 4. [back] |
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