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... never forsook me . The desirable crisis , I trust , is now clearly approaching . The dawn , the presage of returning day , is already arrived . He is again enabled to resume his pen , and some of the first fruits of his recovery are ...
... never forsook me . The desirable crisis , I trust , is now clearly approaching . The dawn , the presage of returning day , is already arrived . He is again enabled to resume his pen , and some of the first fruits of his recovery are ...
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... never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side . Let laurels , drench'd in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his memory , dear to every muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour's field ...
... never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side . Let laurels , drench'd in pure Parnassian dews , Reward his memory , dear to every muse , Who , with a courage of unshaken root , In honour's field ...
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... never felt , Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and preach about what others prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ...
... never felt , Start up sagacious , cover'd with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and preach about what others prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ...
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... frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he 18 TABLE TALK .
... frisk , Is always happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away . He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he 18 TABLE TALK .
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William Cowper. We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi , Fill'd with as much true ... never know . The mind attains , beneath her happy reign , The growth that nature meant she should attain , The ...
William Cowper. We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roi , Fill'd with as much true ... never know . The mind attains , beneath her happy reign , The growth that nature meant she should attain , The ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms delight design'd divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land latives learn'd light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Page 261 - 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.
Page 248 - 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 323 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 387 - 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 by thy side.
Page 208 - Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul !) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 157 - 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.
Page 248 - 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 211 - For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. 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. The...
Page 239 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles fall.