Poems, Tom 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 |
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Strona vi
... wish to say in favour of a friend , when that friend is indeed an alter idem , and excites almost the same emotions of sensibility and affection as he feels for himself . It is very probable these Poems may come into the hands of some ...
... wish to say in favour of a friend , when that friend is indeed an alter idem , and excites almost the same emotions of sensibility and affection as he feels for himself . It is very probable these Poems may come into the hands of some ...
Strona ix
... wish to per- suade us they are happy , would be glad to change their conditions with a dog . But in defiance of all their efforts , they continue to think , forebode , and tremble . This we know , for it has been our own state , and ...
... wish to per- suade us they are happy , would be glad to change their conditions with a dog . But in defiance of all their efforts , they continue to think , forebode , and tremble . This we know , for it has been our own state , and ...
Strona 35
... wish to be impos'd on , and then are . And , lest the fulsome artifice should fail , Themselves will hide its coarseness with a veil . Not more industrious are the just and true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due-- The praise of ...
... wish to be impos'd on , and then are . And , lest the fulsome artifice should fail , Themselves will hide its coarseness with a veil . Not more industrious are the just and true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due-- The praise of ...
Strona 44
... when we strive To strip them off , ' tis being flay'd alive . Call'd to the temple of impure delight , He that abstains , and he alone , does right . If a wish wander that way , call it home 44 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
... when we strive To strip them off , ' tis being flay'd alive . Call'd to the temple of impure delight , He that abstains , and he alone , does right . If a wish wander that way , call it home 44 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
Strona 45
William Cowper. If a wish wander that way , call it home ; He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam . But , if you pass the threshold , you are caught ; Die then , if pow'r Almighty save you not . There hard❜ning by degrees , till ...
William Cowper. If a wish wander that way , call it home ; He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam . But , if you pass the threshold , you are caught ; Die then , if pow'r Almighty save you not . There hard❜ning by degrees , till ...
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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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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...