Poems, Zväzok 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
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Strana 27
... his name is Love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing numbers and a flow'ry style , The tædium that the lazy rich endure , Which now and then sweet poetry may cure ; Or , if to see the name of idle self TABLE TALK . 27 27.
... his name is Love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing numbers and a flow'ry style , The tædium that the lazy rich endure , Which now and then sweet poetry may cure ; Or , if to see the name of idle self TABLE TALK . 27 27.
Strana 28
... rich discov'ry , and invite Mankind to share in the divine delight , Distorted from it's use and just design , To make the pitiful possessor shine , To purchase , at the fool - frequented fair Of vanity , a wreath for self to wear , Is ...
... rich discov'ry , and invite Mankind to share in the divine delight , Distorted from it's use and just design , To make the pitiful possessor shine , To purchase , at the fool - frequented fair Of vanity , a wreath for self to wear , Is ...
Strana 64
... rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errours his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers . Not many wise , rich , noble , or profound In science ...
... rich reward ; He prais'd perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errours his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity of hers . Not many wise , rich , noble , or profound In science ...
Strana 65
... rich ones whom the Gospel sways , And one who wears a coronet and prays ; Like gleanings of an olive - tree they show , Here and there one upon the topmost bough . How readily upon the Gospel plan , That question has it's answer - What ...
... rich ones whom the Gospel sways , And one who wears a coronet and prays ; Like gleanings of an olive - tree they show , Here and there one upon the topmost bough . How readily upon the Gospel plan , That question has it's answer - What ...
Strana 74
... rich expanse of wavy corn , Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn ; Ambrosial gardens , in which art supplies The fervour and the force of Indian skies ; Her peaceful shores , where busy Commerce waits To pour his golden tide ...
... rich expanse of wavy corn , Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn ; Ambrosial gardens , in which art supplies The fervour and the force of Indian skies ; Her peaceful shores , where busy Commerce waits To pour his golden tide ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser dark dear deeds delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour Ev'n 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 int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride proud prove 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 telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er wisdom wrath zeal
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Strana 319 - He grasped 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. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Strana 320 - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
Strana 323 - 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.
Strana 316 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Strana 323 - 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.
Strana 228 - 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 227 - 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 162 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
Strana 290 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Strana 322 - So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.