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 ...
author, 1792 - 486 σελίδες
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Memoirs of the First Forty-five Years of James Lackington
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Σελίδα 147 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Σελίδα 411 - 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.
Σελίδα 233 - 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...
Σελίδα 203 - 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.
Σελίδα 181 - 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.
Σελίδα 83 - 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...
Σελίδα 413 - 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...
Σελίδα 45 - 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.