PoemsOliver & Boyd, 1850 - 514 pages |
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... fair Of vanity , a wreath for self to wear , Is profanation of the basest kind— Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind , A. Hail , Sternhold , then ! and Hopkins , hail ! B. Amen . If flattery , folly , lust , employ the pen ; If ...
... fair Of vanity , a wreath for self to wear , Is profanation of the basest kind— Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind , A. Hail , Sternhold , then ! and Hopkins , hail ! B. Amen . If flattery , folly , lust , employ the pen ; If ...
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... fair . Gorgonius sits , abdominous and wan , Like a fat squab upon a Chinese fan : He snuffs far off the anticipated joy ; Turtle and ven'son all his thoughts employ ; Prepares for meals as jockeys take a sweat , Oh nauseous ! -- an ...
... fair . Gorgonius sits , abdominous and wan , Like a fat squab upon a Chinese fan : He snuffs far off the anticipated joy ; Turtle and ven'son all his thoughts employ ; Prepares for meals as jockeys take a sweat , Oh nauseous ! -- an ...
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... fair , tempts only to destroy . Remorse , the fatal egg by Pleasure laid In every bosom where her nest is made , Hatched by the beams of Truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ? Are domestic ...
... fair , tempts only to destroy . Remorse , the fatal egg by Pleasure laid In every bosom where her nest is made , Hatched by the beams of Truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ? Are domestic ...
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... fair The sacred implement I now employ Might prove a mischief or at best a toy ; A trifle , if it move but to amuse ; But , if to wrong the judgment and abuse , Worse than the poniard in the basest hand , It stabs at once the morals of ...
... fair The sacred implement I now employ Might prove a mischief or at best a toy ; A trifle , if it move but to amuse ; But , if to wrong the judgment and abuse , Worse than the poniard in the basest hand , It stabs at once the morals of ...
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... skies and softer air , That make Italian flowers so sweet and fair , Freshening his lazy spirits as he ran , Unfolded genially and spread the man ; Returning he proclaims by many a grace , By shrugs 40 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
... skies and softer air , That make Italian flowers so sweet and fair , Freshening his lazy spirits as he ran , Unfolded genially and spread the man ; Returning he proclaims by many a grace , By shrugs 40 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath bids bird blest boast breast breath cause charms dear delight divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fast fear feel fire flowers folly frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin labour land light live lost lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once pain Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seems shine sigh sight skies smile song soon soul sound stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thought THROCKMORTON toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas verse virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Page 398 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. 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 I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Page 379 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit 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 185 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Page 457 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more : For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring...
Page 399 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 452 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
Page 273 - The oppressor holds His body bound, but knows not what a range His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain, And that to bind him is a vain attempt Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.
Page 380 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 168 - Of neighb'ring 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 381 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig : He lost them sooner than at first ; For why ? — they were too big. Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She pulled out half-a-crown ; And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.