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ANTISTROPHE bard beauty beneath bids blest bliss boast breath cause charms dark dear death delight divine dread dream Dryope e'en earth ease ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy Faunus fear feel fire fix'd flow'rs folly form'd frown give glory grace groves hand happy hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lost lyre mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian pass'd peace Phoebus pleasure poet pow'r praise pray'r pride prove rapture rest sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shore sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd storm of passion stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste wind wisdom worth youth
Strona 178 - 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...
Strona 177 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well. The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain ! Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein : But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Strona 174 - John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Strona 353 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary!
Strona 301 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Strona 327 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Strona 328 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Strona 173 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, The wine is left behind!
Strona 198 - T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.