Memoirs of the First Forty-five Years of James Lackington: The Present Bookseller in Chiswell-street, Moorfields, London. Written by Himself. In Forty-six Letters to a Friend ...

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Seite 161 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Seite 271 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 457 - Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Seite 255 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Seite 221 - Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play, and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
Seite 195 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Seite 95 - Still they are sure to be i' th' right. 'Tis a dark lantern of the Spirit, Which none see by but those that bear it ; A light that falls down from on high, For spiritual trades to cozen by ; An ignis fatuus, that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches...
Seite 459 - Mufe's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble ftrife, Their fober wifhes never learn'd to ftray ; Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noifelefs tenor of their way. Yet...
Seite 55 - s legions now of beggars on the earth That their original did spring from kings; And many monarchs now, whose fathers were The riff-raff of their age : for time and fortune Wears out a noble train to beggary ; And from the dunghill minions do advance To state and mark in this admiring world.
Seite 86 - Was almost dropp'd from her sharp bones within, And at her breast stuck vipers, which did prey Upon her panting heart both night and day, Sucking black blood from thence : which to repair, Both day and night they left fresh poisons there.

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