PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 strán (strany) |
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... ease ; However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust Of ...
... ease ; However humble and confined the sphere , Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust Of ...
Strana 19
... ease , With all that fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polished periods as they fall , Qne madrigal of their's is worth them all . A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B ...
... ease , With all that fancy can invent to please , Adorn the polished periods as they fall , Qne madrigal of their's is worth them all . A. " Twould thin the ranks of the poetic tribe , To dash the pen through all that you proscribe . B ...
Strana 22
... ease that man puts on his gown ? Will avarice and concupiscence give place , Charmed by the sounds --- Your Reverence , or Your Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last What ...
... ease that man puts on his gown ? Will avarice and concupiscence give place , Charmed by the sounds --- Your Reverence , or Your Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last What ...
Strana 28
... ease Imbibes and copies what she hears and sees , And through life's labyrinth holds fast the clue , That education gives her , false or true . Plants raised with tenderness are seldom strong ; Man's coltish disposition asks the thong ...
... ease Imbibes and copies what she hears and sees , And through life's labyrinth holds fast the clue , That education gives her , false or true . Plants raised with tenderness are seldom strong ; Man's coltish disposition asks the thong ...
Strana 30
... ease , Elegant phrase , and figure formed to please , Are qualities that seem to comprehend Whatever parents , guardians , schools , intend ; Hence an unfurnished and a listless mind , Though busy , trifling ; empty , though refined ...
... ease , Elegant phrase , and figure formed to please , Are qualities that seem to comprehend Whatever parents , guardians , schools , intend ; Hence an unfurnished and a listless mind , Though busy , trifling ; empty , though refined ...
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Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath cause charms dæmons deem delight distant divine docet dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flower folly frown give glory grace hand happy hast heard heart heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seems shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Weston Underwood WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Strana 328 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Strana 387 - I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Strana 150 - 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. 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,...
Strana 387 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Strana 387 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Strana 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Strana 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Strana 388 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored at thy side.
Strana 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Strana 196 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.