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... rise , Till the ftout bearers lift the corpfe again . These speak a loud memento . Yet ev'n thefe Themselves love life , and cling to it , as he That overhangs a torrent to a twig . They love it , and yet loath it ; fear to die , Yet ...
... rise , Till the ftout bearers lift the corpfe again . These speak a loud memento . Yet ev'n thefe Themselves love life , and cling to it , as he That overhangs a torrent to a twig . They love it , and yet loath it ; fear to die , Yet ...
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... rise , And , needing none affiftance of the ftorm , Shall roll themselves afhore , and reach him there . The earth fhall shake him out of all his holds , Or make his houfe his grave : nor fo content , Shall counterfeit the motions of ...
... rise , And , needing none affiftance of the ftorm , Shall roll themselves afhore , and reach him there . The earth fhall shake him out of all his holds , Or make his houfe his grave : nor fo content , Shall counterfeit the motions of ...
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... rise : And ftreams , as if created for his use , Pursue the track of his directing wand , Sinuous or ftraight , now rapid and now flow , Now murm'ring soft , now roaring in cascades— Ev'n as he bids ! Th ' enraptur'd owner smiles ...
... rise : And ftreams , as if created for his use , Pursue the track of his directing wand , Sinuous or ftraight , now rapid and now flow , Now murm'ring soft , now roaring in cascades— Ev'n as he bids ! Th ' enraptur'd owner smiles ...
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William Cowper. " And hafting to a grave , yet doom'd to rise , " And to poffefs a brighter heav'n than your's ? " As one who long detain'd on foreign fhores " Pants to return , and when he fees afar " His country's weather - bleech'd ...
William Cowper. " And hafting to a grave , yet doom'd to rise , " And to poffefs a brighter heav'n than your's ? " As one who long detain'd on foreign fhores " Pants to return , and when he fees afar " His country's weather - bleech'd ...
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... rise . " Your Lordship , and Your Grace ! what school can " teach " A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech ? " What need of Homer's verfe or Tully's profe , " Sweet interjections ! if he learn but those ? " Let rev'rend churls his ...
... rise . " Your Lordship , and Your Grace ! what school can " teach " A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech ? " What need of Homer's verfe or Tully's profe , " Sweet interjections ! if he learn but those ? " Let rev'rend churls his ...
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Page 55 - And natural in gefture; much imprefs'd Himfelf, as confcious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in addrefs, as well becomes A meflenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the pifture !—Is it like ?—Like whom? The things that mount the
Page 329 - Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open threw. And now, as he went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back Were fliatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Moll piteous to be feen,
Page 85 - While thoughtful man is plaufibly amus'd. Defend me, therefore, common fenfe, fay I, From reveries fo airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up ! Twere well, fays one fage erudite, profound, Terribly arch'd and aquiline his nofe, And overbuilt with moft impending brows,
Page 322 - lov'd, And keep it fafe and found. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each fide, To make his balance true. Then, over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brufli'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now fee
Page 38 - I would not have a flave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I fleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd. No : dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Page 185 - foes, confed'rate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he cafts it off With as much eafe as Samfon his green wyths. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd With thofe whofe manfions glitter in his fight, Calls the delightful fcen'ry all his own.
Page 184 - And hiftory, fo warm on meaner themes, Is cold on this. She execrates indeed The tyranny that doom'd them to the fire, But gives the glorious fuff'rers little praife *. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are flaves
Page 332 - Whence ftraight he came with hat and wig; A wig that flow'd behind, A hat not much the worfe for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and, in his turn, Thus fliow'd his ready wit— My head is twice as big as
Page 262 - hew'd, not yet deftroy'd: The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very fpot; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw; To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dext'rous pat—
Page 331 - In merry guife he fpoke:— I came becaufe your horfe would come; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will foon be here— They are upon the road. The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a