The Task: A Poem. In Six Books. To which is Added, Tirocinium: Or, A Review of SchoolsThomas Dobson, bookseller, in Second-Street, second door above Chesnut-Street, 1787 - 186 pages |
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... shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in palmistry , and more To conjure clean away the gold they touch , Conveying worthless dross into its place . Loud when they beg , dumb only when they ...
... shows a tawny skin , The vellum of the pedigree they claim . Great skill have they in palmistry , and more To conjure clean away the gold they touch , Conveying worthless dross into its place . Loud when they beg , dumb only when they ...
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... show ) I cannot think thee yet fo dull of heart And fpiritlefs , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as foon as known . Methinks I see thee ftraying on the beach , And asking of the furge that bathes thy foot If ever it has ...
... show ) I cannot think thee yet fo dull of heart And fpiritlefs , as never to regret Sweets tasted here , and left as foon as known . Methinks I see thee ftraying on the beach , And asking of the furge that bathes thy foot If ever it has ...
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... show this queen of cities , that so fair May yet be foul , fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report That fhe is flack in difcipline . More prompt T ' avenge than to prevent the breach of law . That she is rigid in ...
... show this queen of cities , that so fair May yet be foul , fo witty , yet not wife . It is not feemly , nor of good report That fhe is flack in difcipline . More prompt T ' avenge than to prevent the breach of law . That she is rigid in ...
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... show Suffer a fyncope and folemn pause . While God performs upon the trembling ftage Of his own works , his dreadful part alone . How does the earth receive him ? With what figns Of gratulation and delight , her king ? Pours fhe not all ...
... show Suffer a fyncope and folemn pause . While God performs upon the trembling ftage Of his own works , his dreadful part alone . How does the earth receive him ? With what figns Of gratulation and delight , her king ? Pours fhe not all ...
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... show the shame ye might conceal at home , In foreign eyes ! -be grooms , and win the plate , Where once your nobler fathers won a crown ! ' Tis gen'rous to communicate your skill To thofe that need it . Folly is foon learn'd , And under ...
... show the shame ye might conceal at home , In foreign eyes ! -be grooms , and win the plate , Where once your nobler fathers won a crown ! ' Tis gen'rous to communicate your skill To thofe that need it . Folly is foon learn'd , And under ...
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The Task: A Poem. in Six Books. to Which Is Added, Tirocinium: Or, a Review ... William Cowper No preview available - 2018 |
The Task: A Poem, in Six Books; To Which Is Added, Tirocinium, Or a Review ... William Cowper No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 144 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Page 178 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Page 30 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Page 171 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 178 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Page 179 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase. Thy rams are there, *Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Page 43 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Page 27 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 29 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own...