Poems, Tom 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 |
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... muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And will prevail or perish in her cause . " Tis to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in ...
... muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour's field advancing his firm foot , Plants it upon the line that Justice draws , And will prevail or perish in her cause . " Tis to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in ...
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... muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me ...
... muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse ; Heroick song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me ...
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... muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel . If human woes her soft attention claim , A tender sympathy pervades the frame ; She pours a ...
... muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others never feel . If human woes her soft attention claim , A tender sympathy pervades the frame ; She pours a ...
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... muse to such a theme , The fruit of all her labour is whipp'd cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and then →→→ Stoop'd from its highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should 18 TABLE TALK .
... muse to such a theme , The fruit of all her labour is whipp'd cream . As if an eagle flew aloft , and then →→→ Stoop'd from its highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should 18 TABLE TALK .
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... muse a crime ; Verse , in the finest mould of fancy cast , Was lumber in an age so void of taste : But when the Second Charles assum'd the sway , And arts reviv'd beneath a softer day , Then , like a bow long fore'd into a curve , The ...
... muse a crime ; Verse , in the finest mould of fancy cast , Was lumber in an age so void of taste : But when the Second Charles assum'd the sway , And arts reviv'd beneath a softer day , Then , like a bow long fore'd into a curve , The ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms classick courser dark dear deeds deist 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 JOHN GILPIN joys land light lust lyre magick mankind mercy mind muse musick Nature never night NOSEGAY nymph o'er once opticks pain peace pharisee pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove publick 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 278 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin! — Here's the house!" They all at once did cry: "The dinner waits, and we are tired;
Strona 280 - 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." Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Strona 200 - 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.' O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strona 199 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Strona 280 - Ah, luckless speech and bootless boast ! for which he paid full dear ; For while he spake a braying ass did sing most loud and clear ; Whereat his horse did snort as he had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, as he had done before.
Strona 276 - He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
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. So stooping down, as needs he must Who...
Strona 201 - 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. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace And reconciles man to his lot.
Strona 189 - 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 280 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.