PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 pages |
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... prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects their's ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt ...
... prove , As if the world and they were hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects their's ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt ...
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... prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by despotism's hand , As well at large in Britain's chartered land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show , That ...
... prove too much : If all men indiscriminately share His fostering power , and tutelary care , As well be yoked by despotism's hand , As well at large in Britain's chartered land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show , That ...
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... Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And every effort ends in push - pin play ... Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic powers your own at once , Or 14 TABLE TALK .
... Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And every effort ends in push - pin play ... Prove this , and forfeit all pretence to praise . Make their heroic powers your own at once , Or 14 TABLE TALK .
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William Cowper. Hatched by the beams of truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ... prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your ...
William Cowper. Hatched by the beams of truth , denies him rest , And proves a raging scorpion in his breast . No pleasure ... prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your ...
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... prove a mischief , or at best a toy ; A trifle , if it move but to amuse ; But , if to wrong the judgment and abuse ... proves in vain , The dribbling stream never puts it out again : Oh ! that a verse had power , and could command Far ...
... prove a mischief , or at best a toy ; A trifle , if it move but to amuse ; But , if to wrong the judgment and abuse ... proves in vain , The dribbling stream never puts it out again : Oh ! that a verse had power , and could command Far ...
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Page 328 - 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 387 - I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Page 150 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,...
Page 387 - 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, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Page 387 - 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 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Page 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Page 388 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored at thy side.
Page 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Page 196 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.