Poems, Zväzok 1John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 strán (strany) |
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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 ...
Strana 13
... muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verse , Heroic song from thy free touch acquires It's 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 , Heroic song from thy free touch acquires It's clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me ...
Strana 21
... feels indeed the fire The 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 TABLE TALK . 21.
... feels indeed the fire The 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 TABLE TALK . 21.
Strana 24
... 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 it's highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread ...
... 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 it's highest pitch to pounce a wren . As if the poet , purposing to wed , Should carve himself a wife in gingerbread ...
Strana 27
... 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 forc'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 forc'd into a curve , The ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd catch a fire Charity charms Clodio deed delight design'd divine dream Earth eternal ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fatal egg fear feel fire flow'rs folly fool form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour immortal song int'rest JOHN SHARPE joys knows land learn'd light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never Nose o'er once palæstra Paul of Tarsus peace pity plac'd plain pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride prove quit the forest sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste Whate'er wild wisdom youth zeal
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Strana 333 - Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Strana 332 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Strana 248 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 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.
Strana 300 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the self-same power divine Taught you to sing, and me to shine; That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night.
Strana 59 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew...
Strana 246 - 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.
Strana 332 - Fair and softly," John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Strana 341 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Strana 126 - 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.
Strana 334 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all ; And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.