Poems, Volume 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... ry thyme , We mount again , and feel at ev'ry step Our foot half funk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the foil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures earth ; and , plotting in the dark ...
... ry thyme , We mount again , and feel at ev'ry step Our foot half funk in hillocks green and soft , Rais'd by the mole , the miner of the foil . He , not unlike the great ones of mankind , Disfigures earth ; and , plotting in the dark ...
Page 14
... ev'ry growth , Alike , yet various . Here the gray smooth trunks Of ath , or lime , or beech , diftin & tly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , loft behind a rifing ground , the wood Seems funk , and fhorten'd ...
... ev'ry growth , Alike , yet various . Here the gray smooth trunks Of ath , or lime , or beech , diftin & tly shine , Within the twilight of their distant shades ; There , loft behind a rifing ground , the wood Seems funk , and fhorten'd ...
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... ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of flow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To narrow bounds ...
... ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of flow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To narrow bounds ...
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... ev'ry sense . The air falubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And mufic of her woods - no works of man May rival thefe ; thefe all befpeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclufively her own . Beneath the open ...
... ev'ry sense . The air falubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And mufic of her woods - no works of man May rival thefe ; thefe all befpeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclufively her own . Beneath the open ...
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... ev'ry hedge , Which , kindled with dry leaves , juft faves un- quench'd The spark of life . The sportive wind blows wide Their flutt'ring rags , and shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in ...
... ev'ry hedge , Which , kindled with dry leaves , juft faves un- quench'd The spark of life . The sportive wind blows wide Their flutt'ring rags , and shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in ...
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Page 327 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Page 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 119 - tis the twanging horn ! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Page 335 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. 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.
Page 40 - As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Page 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Page 34 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 56 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Page 189 - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...
Page 333 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...