Didactic poems; Select minor poems1874 |
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Strana xxxix
... sweet and soothing influences of the great Mother : and if she threw , or seemed to throw , a veil across her face , that shut in from his wistful gaze her life - sustaining smile , the chill struck to his heart , and he was sad . And ...
... sweet and soothing influences of the great Mother : and if she threw , or seemed to throw , a veil across her face , that shut in from his wistful gaze her life - sustaining smile , the chill struck to his heart , and he was sad . And ...
Strana 6
... sweet consent , Till life's poor transient night is spent , Respecting in each other's case 30 The gifts of Nature and of Grace . Those Christians best deserve the name 35 Who studiously make peace their aim ; Peace , both the duty and ...
... sweet consent , Till life's poor transient night is spent , Respecting in each other's case 30 The gifts of Nature and of Grace . Those Christians best deserve the name 35 Who studiously make peace their aim ; Peace , both the duty and ...
Strana 7
... sweet sequestered bird , Soft as the passing wind , And I recorded what I heard , A lesson for mankind . ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY , TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS . BY THE MOB , IN THE MONTH OF JUNE , 1780 . So then - the ...
... sweet sequestered bird , Soft as the passing wind , And I recorded what I heard , A lesson for mankind . ON THE BURNING OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY , TOGETHER WITH HIS MSS . BY THE MOB , IN THE MONTH OF JUNE , 1780 . So then - the ...
Strana 17
... sweet Liberty , inspires And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control , 215 220 He bears it with meek manliness of soul ; But if Authority grow wanton , woe 225 To him that treads upon his free - born ...
... sweet Liberty , inspires And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control , 215 220 He bears it with meek manliness of soul ; But if Authority grow wanton , woe 225 To him that treads upon his free - born ...
Strana 22
... sweet Penitence her powers renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and Justice marks the date , For long forbearing Clemency to wait ; That hour elapsed , the incurable revolt Is punished , and down comes the ...
... sweet Penitence her powers renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and Justice marks the date , For long forbearing Clemency to wait ; That hour elapsed , the incurable revolt Is punished , and down comes the ...
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admire arms Balliol College Ben Jonson beneath blessings boast born charms Christian cloth College Cowper delight divine dream e'en earth Edition EDWARD THURLOW English Extra fcap eyes Fancy fear feel fire folly Gilpin give glory God's Gordon Riots grace hand happiness hast heart Heaven hope hour John Gilpin joys Julius Cæsar King land learned light Lord mankind Martin Madan mercy mind Muse Nature never Newton night o'er once Oriel College Oxford palæstra Paradise Lost peace Pembroke College pleasure poem poet poet's praise pride prove Religion rhyme Rome sacred scene scorn Scripture seems shine skies smile song soul stand sweet Task taste thee theme thine thou thought tongue Trinity College truth Unwin verse virtue W. F. Donkin W. W. Skeat whate'er wisdom woes word ΙΟ
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Strana 196 - 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." 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.
Strana 180 - 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? Oh tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Strana 179 - 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.
Strana 179 - 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 10 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them." Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how), He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes : But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave., solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or but — " That, whenever the...
Strana 193 - ... 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,
Strana xliv - Unmixed with drops of bitter, which neglect Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ; Thou art the nurse of Virtue ; in thine arms She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is, Heaven-born, and destined to the skies again.
Strana 213 - Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's island fell. (Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine...
Strana 193 - 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 xliv - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.