The Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsBohn, 1847 - 384 |
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... poor attempts to speak : At other times with every word at will , He now sat lost , perplex'd , astonish'd , still . Here were Socinians , Deists , and indeed All who , as foes to England's church , agreed ; But still with creeds unlike ...
... poor attempts to speak : At other times with every word at will , He now sat lost , perplex'd , astonish'd , still . Here were Socinians , Deists , and indeed All who , as foes to England's church , agreed ; But still with creeds unlike ...
Strona 13
... poor straying puppy and no more , ( A foolish puppy who had left the pack , Thoughtless what foe was threat'ning at his back , ) He moves about , as ship prepared to sail , He hoists his proud rotundity of tail , The half - seal'd eyes ...
... poor straying puppy and no more , ( A foolish puppy who had left the pack , Thoughtless what foe was threat'ning at his back , ) He moves about , as ship prepared to sail , He hoists his proud rotundity of tail , The half - seal'd eyes ...
Strona 20
... Poor Judith felt the grief , but grieving begg'd delay . At length a prospect came that seem'd to smile , And faintly woo them , from a Western Isle ; A kinsman there a widow's hand had gain'd , Was old , was rich , and childless yet ...
... Poor Judith felt the grief , but grieving begg'd delay . At length a prospect came that seem'd to smile , And faintly woo them , from a Western Isle ; A kinsman there a widow's hand had gain'd , Was old , was rich , and childless yet ...
Strona 25
... poor widow , from her shed , With crutches went to take her dole of bread . There was a friend whom he had left a boy , With hope to sail the master of a hoy ; Him , after many a stormy day , he found With his great wish , his life's ...
... poor widow , from her shed , With crutches went to take her dole of bread . There was a friend whom he had left a boy , With hope to sail the master of a hoy ; Him , after many a stormy day , he found With his great wish , his life's ...
Strona 26
... poor wanderer means to lay his bones . " Thus where he lived and loved - unhappy change ! - He seems a stranger , and finds all are strange . But now a Widow , in a village near , Chanced of the melancholy man to hear ; Old as she was ...
... poor wanderer means to lay his bones . " Thus where he lived and loved - unhappy change ! - He seems a stranger , and finds all are strange . But now a Widow , in a village near , Chanced of the melancholy man to hear ; Old as she was ...
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Strona 100 - Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth...
Strona 198 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 167 - Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain Which are too intrinse t...
Strona 140 - I had a thing to say, — But let it go : The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world...
Strona 198 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
Strona 359 - a generous action: in so free and kind a manner did they contribute to " my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught; and if hungry, " I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.
Strona 288 - A credulous father, and a brother noble, Whose nature is so far from doing harms, That he suspects none, on whose foolish honesty My practices ride easy ! — I see the business.
Strona 54 - Heav'n, perhaps, might yet enrich her friend. Month after month was pass'd, and all were spent In quiet comfort and in rich content: Miseries there were, and woes the world around, But these had not her pleasant dwelling found; She knew that mothers grieved, and widows wept, And she was sorry, said her prayers, and slept...
Strona 258 - Yes, lady, not his years ;— No ! nor his sufferings— nor that fo'rm decay'd." "Well ! let the parish give its paupers aid ; You must the vileness of His acts allow ;" " And you, dear lady, that he' feels it now." " When such dissemblers on their deeds reflect, Can they .the pity they refused expect ? He that doth evil, evil shall he dread."
Strona 197 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself! I am a villain; yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.