Poems. With a Biographical and Critical Introduction by the Rev. Thomas Dale: And 75 Illustrations, Volume 2Tily and Bogue, 1841 |
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... sweet moan with pity , and devised The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it received , United , yet divided , twain at once . So sit two Kings of Brentford on one throne ; And so two citizens , who take the ...
... sweet moan with pity , and devised The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it received , United , yet divided , twain at once . So sit two Kings of Brentford on one throne ; And so two citizens , who take the ...
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... Sweet sleep enjoys the Curate in his desk , The tedious Rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the Clerk below . But neither sleep Of lazy nurse , who snores the sick man dead ; Nor his , who quits the box at midnight hour , To ...
... Sweet sleep enjoys the Curate in his desk , The tedious Rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the Clerk below . But neither sleep Of lazy nurse , who snores the sick man dead ; Nor his , who quits the box at midnight hour , To ...
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... sweet sounds , But animated Nature sweeter still , To soothe and satisfy the human ear . Ten thousand warblers cheer the day , and one The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But ...
... sweet sounds , But animated Nature sweeter still , To soothe and satisfy the human ear . Ten thousand warblers cheer the day , and one The livelong night : nor these alone , whose notes Nice - finger'd Art must emulate in vain , But ...
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... sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy laden , brings his beverage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependant on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking ...
... sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy laden , brings his beverage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependant on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking ...
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... sweet Nature , every sense . The air salubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And music of her woods - no works of man May rival these , these all bespeak a power Peculiar , and exclusively her own ...
... sweet Nature , every sense . The air salubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And music of her woods - no works of man May rival these , these all bespeak a power Peculiar , and exclusively her own ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease Edmonton fair fame fancy fear feed feel FLEET STREET flowers folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit Gilpin give glory grace grave hand happy heart Heaven honour hope human John Gilpin JOSEPH HILL labour leaf learn'd less live lost lyre Mighty winds mind Muse Nature Nature's Nebaioth never numbers nymphs o'er once peace perhaps pleasure praise prize proud prove rapture rest scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon soul sound spare stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought THROCKMORTON toil trembling truth Twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise wonder worth youth
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Page 171 - 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.
Page 279 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Page 306 - For saddle-tree scarce reached 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. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he — "yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Page 65 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. ^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Page 308 - 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 every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Page 228 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 91 - tis the twanging horn ! o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright, He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Page 281 - Down went the Royal George With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 313 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; 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...
Page 136 - Tis Liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume, And we are weeds without it. All constraint, Except what wisdom lays on evil men, Is evil; hurts the faculties, impedes Their progress in the road of science; blinds The eyesight of Discovery; and begets, In those that suffer it, a sordid mind Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit To be the tenant of man's noble form.