Poems, Zväzok 11806 |
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Strana 9
... seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not formed like us , with such Herculean powers , The Frenchman easy , debonair and ...
... seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not formed like us , with such Herculean powers , The Frenchman easy , debonair and ...
Strana 19
... seen , Not in the words - but in the gap between : Manner is all in all , whatever is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so ...
... seen , Not in the words - but in the gap between : Manner is all in all , whatever is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so ...
Strana 32
... seen . Still I insist , though music heretofore $ Has charmed me much , ( not even Occiduus more ) Love , joy , and peace make harmony more meet For sabbath evenings , and perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of every flock ...
... seen . Still I insist , though music heretofore $ Has charmed me much , ( not even Occiduus more ) Love , joy , and peace make harmony more meet For sabbath evenings , and perhaps as sweet . Will not the sickliest sheep of every flock ...
Strana 48
... seen is death to every vice : Else he that hung there suffered all his pain , Bled , groaned , and agonized , and died , in vain . } TRUTH . Pensantur trutinâ.- -HOR . Lib . ii . Epist . 1 . MAN , on the dubious waves of error tossed ...
... seen is death to every vice : Else he that hung there suffered all his pain , Bled , groaned , and agonized , and died , in vain . } TRUTH . Pensantur trutinâ.- -HOR . Lib . ii . Epist . 1 . MAN , on the dubious waves of error tossed ...
Strana 50
... seen of men ; His virtues were his pride ; and that one vice Made all his virtues gewgaws of no price ; He wore them as fine trappings for a show , A praying , synagogue - frequenting , beau . The self - applauding bird , the peacock ...
... seen of men ; His virtues were his pride ; and that one vice Made all his virtues gewgaws of no price ; He wore them as fine trappings for a show , A praying , synagogue - frequenting , beau . The self - applauding bird , the peacock ...
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beams beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear declension deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly fools frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Inner Temple JOHN GILPIN joys land learned light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night NOSEGAY nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wonder zeal
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Strana 277 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
Strana 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd 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.
Strana 207 - 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Strana 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Strana 280 - 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.
Strana 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Strana 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Strana 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Strana 209 - 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.
Strana 283 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.