Poems, Tom 1J. Johnson, 1808 - 438 |
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... beneath his arm , And hides his hands , to keep his fingers warm . She , half an angel in her own account , Doubts not , hereafter , with the saints to mount , Though not a grace appears , on strictest search , But that she fasts , and ...
... beneath his arm , And hides his hands , to keep his fingers warm . She , half an angel in her own account , Doubts not , hereafter , with the saints to mount , Though not a grace appears , on strictest search , But that she fasts , and ...
Strona 68
... beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deem'd her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserv'd - yet , surely , not for all ! Some beams of rectitude she yet displays , Some love of virtue , and some ...
... beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deem'd her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserv'd - yet , surely , not for all ! Some beams of rectitude she yet displays , Some love of virtue , and some ...
Strona 75
... beneath a fair outside , The filth of rottenness and worm of pride ; Their piety a system of deceit , Scripture employ'd to sanctify the cheat ; The pharisee the dupe of his own art , Self - idoliz'd , and yet a knave at heart ! When ...
... beneath a fair outside , The filth of rottenness and worm of pride ; Their piety a system of deceit , Scripture employ'd to sanctify the cheat ; The pharisee the dupe of his own art , Self - idoliz'd , and yet a knave at heart ! When ...
Strona 78
... beneath th ' Almighty wing ; Their God their captain , * lawgiver , and king ; Crown'd with a thousand victories , and at last Lords of the conquer'd soil , there rooted fast , In peace possessing what they won by war , Their name far ...
... beneath th ' Almighty wing ; Their God their captain , * lawgiver , and king ; Crown'd with a thousand victories , and at last Lords of the conquer'd soil , there rooted fast , In peace possessing what they won by war , Their name far ...
Strona 90
... beneath his lash , and knew the smack , And when he laid them on the scent of blood , Would hunt a Saracen through fire and flood . Lavish of life , to win an empty tomb , That prov'd a mint of wealth , a mine , to Rome , They left ...
... beneath his lash , and knew the smack , And when he laid them on the scent of blood , Would hunt a Saracen through fire and flood . Lavish of life , to win an empty tomb , That prov'd a mint of wealth , a mine , to Rome , They left ...
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beams beneath bids blasphemy blessing blest boast BODHAM call'd cerned charms Christian Cowper dark dear deeds delight divine dream e'en earth Edmonton eternal eyes faith fancy fear feel fire folly fools form'd frown GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin give glory God's grace Greece hand happy hast heart heaven heavenly hope hour Iliad INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never o'er once Parnassian peace pharisee pleasure poet poet's praise prayer pride sacred scenes scorn scripture seem'd shine sight skies smile song soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine Thomas Gifford thou thought thousand toil tongue trembling trifler true truth Twas verse VIRG virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wisdom woes youth zeal
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Strona 184 - For saddle-tree scarce reached 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!' ' Good lack,' quoth he — ' yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Strona 4 - Now when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house; and his windows being open in his chamber toward Jerusalem, he kneeled upon his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks before his God, as he did aforetime.
Strona 189 - 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.
Strona 48 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night, Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light...
Strona 187 - 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;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Strona 185 - So, 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 104 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Strona 218 - Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away: But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Strona 217 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Strona 188 - His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him: What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke!