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Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
The Deserted Village (1770)
In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
She Stoops to Conquer (1771)
When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.
Retaliation (1774)
Good people all, with one acord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word —
From those who spoke her praise.
The Bee (1759)
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
The Traveller (1764)
Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view,
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies.
The Traveller (1764)
To men of other minds my fancy flies,
Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
The Traveller (1764)
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care
Is to seem everything but what they are.
The first time I read an excellent book, it is to me just as if I had gained a new friend. When I read over a book I have perused before, it resembles the meeting with an old one.
At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorn'd the venerable place;
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,
And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
The Deserted Village (1770)
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
The Deserted Village (1770)
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
The Deserted Village (1770)
When he talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Retaliation (1774)
We are the boys
That fear no noise
Where the thundering cannons roar.
She Stoops to Conquer (1771)
They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.
She Stoops to Conquer (1771)
Travellers, George, must pay in all places: the only difference is, that in good inns, you pay dearly for your luxuries, and in bad inns you are fleeced and starved.
She Stoops to Conquer (1771)
Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see,
My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
The Traveller (1764)
His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve us in every part,
His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Retaliation (1774)
Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
The Deserted Village (1770)
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
The Deserted Village (1770)