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The eye of Goodness espieth all things so that before the corporal had well got through the first five words of his story, had my uncle Toby twice touch'd his Montero-cap with the end of his cane, interrogatively as much as to say, Why don't you put it on, Trim?
It would be my business cavere ne quid detrimenti Respublica caperet, and wine is dangerous. On Saturday, April 4, I drank tea with Johnson at Dr. Taylor's, where he had dined. He entertained us with an account of a tragedy written by a Dr. Fitzherbert, who repeated to me two lines of the Prologue: "Our hero's fate we have but gently touch'd; The fair might blame us, if it were less couch'd."
And she stole away unseen, smiling, yet with glad tears in her eyes, and a little unuttered song in her heart "If to love is the best of all things known, We have gain'd the best in the world, mine own! We have touch'd the summit of love and live God Himself has no more to give!"
Thy farewel smile, with fond regret, I view, Thy beaming lights, soft gliding o'er the woods; Thy distant landscape, touch'd with yellow hue While falls the lengthen'd gleam; thy winding floods, Now veil'd in shade, save where the skiff's white sails Swell to the breeze, and catch thy streaming ray. But now, e'en now! the partial vision fails, And the wave smiles, as sweeps the cloud away!
As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook; Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive fearing but the shame of fear stoic of the woods a man without a tear.
'If e'er my fingers touch'd the lyre, In satire fierce, in pleasure gay; Shall not my THRALIA'S smiles inspire? Shall Sam refuse the sportive lay? My dearest Lady! view your slave, Behold him as your very Scrub; Eager to write, as authour grave, Or govern well, the brewing-tub.
"Not at all, No. 6," replied Aunt Judy. "My private belief is, that if you tell funny make-believe Cook Stories while you're little, you will be ashamed of telling stupid real ones when you're grown up." "Death and its two-fold aspect! wintry one, Cold, sullen, blank, from hope and joy shut out; The other, which the ray divine hath touch'd, Replete with vivid promise, bright as spring."
For Pope has said, in the name of the whole male sex, "Yet ne'er so sure our passions to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate."
I bent my knees, and, leaving my hold of the rock, sprang forward out, over the sea. I saw it twinkle, fathoms below. My right hand touch'd grasp'd the rope: then my left, as I swung far out upon it. I slipp'd an inch three inches then held, swaying wildly. My foot was in the noose. I heard a shout above: and, as I dropp'd to a sitting posture, the rope began to rise. "Quick!
'Tis for an episode hereafter; and every circumstance relating to it, in its proper place, shall be faithfully laid before you: 'Till then, it is not in my power to give farther light into this matter, or say more than what I have said already, That my uncle Toby was a gentleman of unparallel'd modesty, which happening to be somewhat subtilized and rarified by the constant heat of a little family pride, they both so wrought together within him, that he could never bear to hear the affair of my aunt Dinah touch'd upon, but with the greatest emotion.
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