Poems, Volume 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 - English poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 34
Page xi
... Human Frailty The Modern Patriot 199 202 203 204 205 206 207 209 - 210 211 On observing some Names of little Note re- corded in the Biographia Britannica Report of an adjudged case , not to be found in any of the Books On the Burning of ...
... Human Frailty The Modern Patriot 199 202 203 204 205 206 207 209 - 210 211 On observing some Names of little Note re- corded in the Biographia Britannica Report of an adjudged case , not to be found in any of the Books On the Burning of ...
Page 14
... hides his face ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue inquires , how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ; When profanation of the sacred cause In all its parts 14 TABLE TALK .
... hides his face ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue inquires , how , where , or when , Though conscience will have twinges now and then ; When profanation of the sacred cause In all its parts 14 TABLE TALK .
Page 16
... human woes her soft attention claim , A tender sympathy pervades the frame ; She pours a sensibility divine Along the nerve of ev'ry feeling line . But if a deed , not tamely to be borne , Fire indignation and a sense of scorn , The ...
... human woes her soft attention claim , A tender sympathy pervades the frame ; She pours a sensibility divine Along the nerve of ev'ry feeling line . But if a deed , not tamely to be borne , Fire indignation and a sense of scorn , The ...
Page 17
... human pow'rs , Seizes events as yet unknown to man , And darts his soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the graceful name Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence British poets too the priesthood shar'd , And ev'ry ...
... human pow'rs , Seizes events as yet unknown to man , And darts his soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the graceful name Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence British poets too the priesthood shar'd , And ev'ry ...
Page 20
... human things- The feats of heroes , and the wrath of kings ; But still , while Virtue kindled his delight , The song was moral , and so far was right . " Twas thus , till Luxury seduc'd the mind To joys less innocent , as less refin'd ...
... human things- The feats of heroes , and the wrath of kings ; But still , while Virtue kindled his delight , The song was moral , and so far was right . " Twas thus , till Luxury seduc'd the mind To joys less innocent , as less refin'd ...
Common terms and phrases
beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser deeds delight design'd divine docet dream e'en earth Edmonton errour ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour INNER TEMPLE int'rest JOHN GILPIN joys land light lov'd lust lyre magick mankind mercy mind muse musick Nature never night nymph o'er once opticks pain peace pharisee pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove publick rais'd Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath zeal
Popular passages
Page 276 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Page 273 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 187 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Page 199 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair.
Page 274 - That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was...
Page 276 - Fair and softly." John he cried ; But John he cried in vain: That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Page 198 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 279 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Page 237 - Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, (I ask;) Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion, Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
Page 282 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...