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... fears , or aliments too thin ; By violent powers too easily subdued , Too soon expell'd . His daily labour thaws , To friendly chyle , the most rebellious mass That salt can harden , or the smoke of years ; Nor does his gorge the ...
... fears , or aliments too thin ; By violent powers too easily subdued , Too soon expell'd . His daily labour thaws , To friendly chyle , the most rebellious mass That salt can harden , or the smoke of years ; Nor does his gorge the ...
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... fear ; Glides o'er my frame . The forest deepens round And more gigantic still , the impending trees Stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloom . Are these the confines of some fairy world ? A land of genii ? Say , beyond these ...
... fear ; Glides o'er my frame . The forest deepens round And more gigantic still , the impending trees Stretch their extravagant arms athwart the gloom . Are these the confines of some fairy world ? A land of genii ? Say , beyond these ...
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... fear . ' Tis ours to teach you from the peaceful night To banish omens and all restless woes . In study some protract the silent hours , Which others consecrate to mirth and wine ; And sleep till noon , and hardly live till night . But ...
... fear . ' Tis ours to teach you from the peaceful night To banish omens and all restless woes . In study some protract the silent hours , Which others consecrate to mirth and wine ; And sleep till noon , and hardly live till night . But ...
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... fear , they sought by flight to shun The fierce contagion . O'er the mournful land The infected city pour'd her hurrying swarms : Roused by the flames that fired her seats around , The infected country rush'd into the town . Some , sad ...
... fear , they sought by flight to shun The fierce contagion . O'er the mournful land The infected city pour'd her hurrying swarms : Roused by the flames that fired her seats around , The infected country rush'd into the town . Some , sad ...
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... Fear , and Jealousy , fatigue the soul ; Engross the subtle ministers of life , And spoil the labouring functions of their share . Hence the lean gloom that Melancholy wears ; The lover's paleness ; and the sallow hue Of Envy , Jealousy ...
... Fear , and Jealousy , fatigue the soul ; Engross the subtle ministers of life , And spoil the labouring functions of their share . Hence the lean gloom that Melancholy wears ; The lover's paleness ; and the sallow hue Of Envy , Jealousy ...
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Page 8 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 7 - 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 screamed, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Page 12 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Page 12 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, 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 ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
Page 33 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Page 33 - 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.
Page 9 - Inclined to tarry there ; 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.
Page 30 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 29 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. — Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tears that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main: But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred Shall plough the wave no more.
Page 30 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...