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... play of lungs , inhaling and again Respiring freely the fresh air , that makes Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me , Mine have not pilfer'd yet ; nor yet impair'd My relish of fair prospect ; scenes that sooth'd Or charm'd me young ...
... play of lungs , inhaling and again Respiring freely the fresh air , that makes Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me , Mine have not pilfer'd yet ; nor yet impair'd My relish of fair prospect ; scenes that sooth'd Or charm'd me young ...
Page 15
... Play wanton , ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of slow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To ...
... Play wanton , ev'ry moment , ev'ry spot . And now , with nerves new - brac'd and spirits cheer'd , We tread the wilderness , whose well - roll'd walks , With curvature of slow and easy sweep- Deception innocent - give ample space To ...
Page 19
... play them , borrows a friend's hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cipher , while her proxy plays . Others are dragg'd into the ...
... play them , borrows a friend's hand , To deal and shuffle , to divide and sort Her mingled suits and sequences ; and sits , Spectatress both and spectacle , a sad And silent cipher , while her proxy plays . Others are dragg'd into the ...
Page 45
... my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face THE TIME - PIECE . 45.
... my perfect scorn ; Object of my implacable disgust . What ! will a man play tricks , will he indulge A silly fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face THE TIME - PIECE . 45.
Page 46
... play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life ? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames His noble office , and instead of truth , Displaying his own beauty , starves his flock ! Therefore avaunt ...
... play his brilliant parts before my eyes , When I am hungry for the bread of life ? He mocks his Maker , prostitutes and shames His noble office , and instead of truth , Displaying his own beauty , starves his flock ! Therefore avaunt ...
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beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms clime delights design'd distant divine dream Earth ease Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd FOUNDATIONE fountain of eternal frown fruits give glory grace grave groves hand happy heart Heav'n honour human INNER TEMPLE JOHN SHARPE king labour learn'd less live lost lyre mercy Mighty winds mind mischief nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once palmistry peace perhaps PICCADILLY plac'd pleas'd pleasures plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud rapture RICHARD WESTALL riddance rude rural sacred sake scene schools scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight slaves sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound stroke sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil touch'd trembling truth twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Page 32 - 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 143 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Page 154 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes and more than half...
Page 159 - The Lord of all, Himself through all diffused, Sustains and is the' life of all that lives. Nature iS but a name for an effect Whose cause is God.
Page 10 - Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 10 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...
Page 45 - I would express him simple, grave, sincere ; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain ; And plain in manner. Decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture. Much impressed 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 157 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Page 145 - Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone, And eyes intent upon the scanty herb It yields them ; or, recumbent on its brow, Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away From inland regions to the distant main.
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.