Poems, Volume 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 - English poetry |
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... busy and the gay world in it's true light , he left it with as little reluctance as a prisoner , when called to liberty , leaves his dun- geon . Not that he became a Cynic or an Ascetic- A heart filled with love to God will assuredly ...
... busy and the gay world in it's true light , he left it with as little reluctance as a prisoner , when called to liberty , leaves his dun- geon . Not that he became a Cynic or an Ascetic- A heart filled with love to God will assuredly ...
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... busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom Education stiffens into ...
... busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom Worship waits upon Obsequious from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt'rer bows , And binds a wreath about their baby brows ; Whom Education stiffens into ...
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... busy , trifling ; empty , though refin'd ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclusive pride , Seems verging fast towards the female side . Learning ...
... busy , trifling ; empty , though refin'd ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclusive pride , Seems verging fast towards the female side . Learning ...
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... busy or too gay to wait On the sad theme , their everlasting state , Sport for a day , and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ...
... busy or too gay to wait On the sad theme , their everlasting state , Sport for a day , and perish in a night , The foam upon the waters not so light . Who judg'd the pharisee ? What odious cause Expos'd him to the vengeance of the laws ...
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... busy Commerce waits To pour his golden tide through all her gates ; Whom fiery suns , that scorch the russet spice Of eastern groves , and oceans floor'd with ice Forbid in vain to push his daring way To darker 74 Expostulation.
... busy Commerce waits To pour his golden tide through all her gates ; Whom fiery suns , that scorch the russet spice Of eastern groves , and oceans floor'd with ice Forbid in vain to push his daring way To darker 74 Expostulation.
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser dark dear deeds delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour Ev'n 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 int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride proud prove 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 telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er wisdom wrath zeal
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Page 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 320 - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
Page 323 - 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." Said John, — " It is my wedding-day,. And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware.
Page 316 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Page 323 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 228 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 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.
Page 227 - 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 162 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
Page 290 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Page 322 - So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.