Poems, Volume 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 - English poetry |
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... plain ? No. His high mettle , under good control , Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As ...
... plain ? No. His high mettle , under good control , Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts ; Not skulk or put on a prudential mask , As ...
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... plain ; ' Tis he , the Nimrod of the neighb'ring lairs ; Save that his scent is less acute than theirs ; For persevering chase , and headlong leaps , True beagle as the staunchest hound he keeps . Charg'd with the folly of his life's ...
... plain ; ' Tis he , the Nimrod of the neighb'ring lairs ; Save that his scent is less acute than theirs ; For persevering chase , and headlong leaps , True beagle as the staunchest hound he keeps . Charg'd with the folly of his life's ...
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... plain , The painted tablets , dealt and dealt again ! Cards with what rapture , and the polish'd die , The yawning chasm of indolence supply ! Then to the dance , and make the sober moon , Witness of joys that shun the sight of noon ...
... plain , The painted tablets , dealt and dealt again ! Cards with what rapture , and the polish'd die , The yawning chasm of indolence supply ! Then to the dance , and make the sober moon , Witness of joys that shun the sight of noon ...
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... plain to others , is obscure to him . The will made subject to a lawless force , All is irregular and out of course ; And Judgment drunk , and brib'd to lose his way , Winks hard , and talks of darkness at noonday . A critick on the ...
... plain to others , is obscure to him . The will made subject to a lawless force , All is irregular and out of course ; And Judgment drunk , and brib'd to lose his way , Winks hard , and talks of darkness at noonday . A critick on the ...
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... plain direction , and are lost . Heav'n on such terms ! ( they cry with proud dis- dain , ) Incredible , impossible , and vain ! - Rebel , because ' tis easy to obey ; And scorn , for its own sake , the gracious way . These are the ...
... plain direction , and are lost . Heav'n on such terms ! ( they cry with proud dis- dain , ) Incredible , impossible , and vain ! - Rebel , because ' tis easy to obey ; And scorn , for its own sake , the gracious way . These are the ...
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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
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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...