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Page 118 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page x - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Page 42 - The proper implements for wintery ways ; Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes, To read the various warnings of the skies : Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town, And for the public safety risk thy own.
Page 6 - O'er our parch'd tongue the rich metheglin glides, And the red dainty trout our knife divides. Sad melancholy ev'ry visage wears; What, no election come in seven long years! Of all our race of Mayors, shall Snow alone Be by Sir Richard's dedication known ? Our streets no more with tides of ale shall float, Nor cobblers feast three years upon one vote. Next morn, twelve miles led o'er th' unbounded plain, Where the cloak'd shepherd guides his fleecy train.
Page 21 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require: The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art.
Page 44 - Be sure observe the signs, for signs remain, Like faithful landmarks, to the walking train.
Page 143 - I threw into the flame, And to each nut I gave a sweetheart's name ; This* with the loudest bounce me sore amazed, That in a flame of brightest colour blazed.
Page 53 - With her spread petticoat to fence the storm. Does not each walker know the warning sign, When wisps of straw depend upon the twine Cross the close street; that then the paver's art Renews the ways, deny'd to coach and cart?
Page 64 - Whose straiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strand ; Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, And the rough pavement wounds the yielding tread ; Where not a post protects the narrow space, And strung in twines combs dangle in thy face ; Summon at once thy courage, rouse thy care, Stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware. Forth issuing from steep lanes, the collier's steeds Drag the black load ; another cart succeeds, Team follows team, crowds heap'd on crowds appear, And wait impatient till...