Poems, with a biogr. and critical intr. by T. Dale, Volume 21859 |
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... rest , whom Fate had placed In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hides , Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn , Or scarlet crewel , in the cushion fix ...
... rest , whom Fate had placed In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hides , Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn , Or scarlet crewel , in the cushion fix ...
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... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seem worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seem worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
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... d as they , Or plough'd , perhaps , by British bark again : But far beyond the rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee VOL , II . * Omai . E Or thine , but curiosity , perhaps , Or else THE SOFA . 25.
... d as they , Or plough'd , perhaps , by British bark again : But far beyond the rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee VOL , II . * Omai . E Or thine , but curiosity , perhaps , Or else THE SOFA . 25.
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... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
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... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took but ...
... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took but ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease Edmonton fair fame fancy fear feed feel flowers folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit Gilpin give glory grace grave hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope human JOHN GILPIN labour leaf learn'd less live lost lyre Mighty winds mind Muse Nature Nature's Nebaioth never numbers nymphs o'er once peace perhaps pleasure praise prize proud prove rapture rest scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon soul sound spare stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought THRACIAN THROCKMORTON toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise wonder worth youth
Popular passages
Page 230 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth : But higher far my proud pretensions rise ; The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 35 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 313 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case." Said John — "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Page 228 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age...
Page 283 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 67 - 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. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Page 310 - Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, "Well done!
Page 173 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 313 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear, For while he spake a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. • Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before.
Page 312 - His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him : What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke!