The Task: In Six BooksJ. & B. Williams, 1836 - 172 pages |
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... sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , 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 devis'd The soft settee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , 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 slumber ...
... 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 slumber ...
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... sweet sounds , But animated nature sweeter still , To sooth 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 sooth 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 bev'rage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependent 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 bev'rage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependent on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking ...
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... sweet Nature's ev'ry sense . he air salubrious of her lofty hills , e cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , nd musick of her woods - no works of man ay rival these , these all bespeak a pow'r culiar , and exclusively her own . neath ...
... sweet Nature's ev'ry sense . he air salubrious of her lofty hills , e cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , nd musick of her woods - no works of man ay rival these , these all bespeak a pow'r culiar , and exclusively her own . neath ...
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Page 165 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 45 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Page 159 - 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 47 - A messenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the picture ! — Is it like ? — Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ; Cry — hem ! and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
Page 36 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 46 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 165 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet; all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream ; Antipathies are none.
Page 36 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 36 - We have no slaves at home — then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 35 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.