Poems, Tom 1J. Johnson, No. 72, St. Paul's Church Yard, 1786 |
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... hour , And death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the boney phantom in their stead With the king's fhoulder knot and gay cockade , Cloath the twin brethren in each other's drefs , The fame their occupation and ...
... hour , And death's own scythe would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the boney phantom in their stead With the king's fhoulder knot and gay cockade , Cloath the twin brethren in each other's drefs , The fame their occupation and ...
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... hour . So Gideon earn'd a vict'ry not his own , Subferviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Befet with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They fwarm around ...
... hour . So Gideon earn'd a vict'ry not his own , Subferviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Befet with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey , They fwarm around ...
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... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry ftruck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , luft , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs muft , And that a nation fhamefully debas'd , Will be defpis'd and trampl'd on at last , Unless sweet ...
... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry ftruck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , luft , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs muft , And that a nation fhamefully debas'd , Will be defpis'd and trampl'd on at last , Unless sweet ...
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... hours , And like a scatter'd feed at random fown , Was left to fpring by vigor of his own . Lifted at length by dignity of thought , And dint of genius to an affluent lot , He laid his head in luxury's foft lap , And took too often ...
... hours , And like a scatter'd feed at random fown , Was left to fpring by vigor of his own . Lifted at length by dignity of thought , And dint of genius to an affluent lot , He laid his head in luxury's foft lap , And took too often ...
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... from yon fequefter'd bow'r , Sweet harmony that fooths the midnight hour ; Long e'er the charioteer of day had run His morning courfe , th ' enchantment was begun , And And he hall gild yon mountains height again , E'er ( 44 )
... from yon fequefter'd bow'r , Sweet harmony that fooths the midnight hour ; Long e'er the charioteer of day had run His morning courfe , th ' enchantment was begun , And And he hall gild yon mountains height again , E'er ( 44 )
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againſt becauſe beneath beſt bleft boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe charms clofe cloſe courſe defign diftant divine dream earth eaſe elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faft fame faſhion fcene fcorn fear fecure feek feel feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhow fide filent firſt fkies flave fleep flow'rs fmile folly fome fong foon form'd foul fpring ftands ftill fuch fupplied fure fweet grace happineſs heart heav'n himſelf itſelf juft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs light loft luft mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt nature never o'er once peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe purpoſe reft reſt rife ſcene ſchool ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand truth uſe virtue wafte whofe whoſe wiſdom worfe
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Strona 43 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
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Strona 265 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
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