Poems, Volume 1S.A. Oddy, 1814 - English poetry |
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... hour , And death's own scythe , would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and ...
... hour , And death's own scythe , would better speak his pow'r , Then grace the bony phantom in their stead With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and ...
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... hour . So Gideon earn'd a vict❜ry not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
... hour . So Gideon earn'd a vict❜ry not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with ev'ry ill but that of fear . The nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
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... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must , And that a nation shamefully debas'd , Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
... hour already come , And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must , And that a nation shamefully debas'd , Will be despis'd and trampled on at last , Unless sweet ...
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... hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
... hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at random sown , Was left to spring by vigour of his own . Lifted at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in luxury's soft lap , And took , too ...
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... 'r , Sweet harmony , that sooths the midnight hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun ; Hunting . And he shall gild yon mountain's height again 44 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
... 'r , Sweet harmony , that sooths the midnight hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun ; Hunting . And he shall gild yon mountain's height again 44 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
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Page 304 - 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 305 - 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. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 313 - So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire — There goes my lady, and there goes the squire, There goes the parson, oh ! illustrious spark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk ! REPORT • OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
Page 326 - The songster heard his short oration, And warbling out his approbation, Released him, as my story tells, And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real interest to discern ; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other : But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till life's poor transient night is spent, Respecting in each other's case The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name Who studiously make peace their aim...
Page 90 - He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.
Page 168 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Page 303 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute, From the centre all round to the sea, 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.
Page 337 - Is no concern at all of his, And says— what says he ?— Caw. Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men ; And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine And such a head between 'em.
Page 303 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Page 336 - On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No ; not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.