Poems, Volumes 1-3Phillips, Sampson, 1855 |
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... sweet Liberty inspires , And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control , He bears it with meek manliness of soul ; But , if Authority grow wanton , wo 225 To him that treads upon his free - born toe ...
... sweet Liberty inspires , And keeps alive his fierce but noble fires . Patient of constitutional control , He bears it with meek manliness of soul ; But , if Authority grow wanton , wo 225 To him that treads upon his free - born toe ...
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... sweet Penitence her pow'rs renew ; Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time and Justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the ...
... sweet Penitence her pow'rs renew ; Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time and Justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the ...
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... sweet poetry may cure , Or , if to see the name of idle self , 740 Stamp'd on the well - bound quarto , grace the shelf , 745 To float a bubble on the breath of Fame , Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim , Debas'd to servile ...
... sweet poetry may cure , Or , if to see the name of idle self , 740 Stamp'd on the well - bound quarto , grace the shelf , 745 To float a bubble on the breath of Fame , Prompt his endeavour and engage his aim , Debas'd to servile ...
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... , Safe in themselves , but dang'rous in th ' excess . Hark ! how it floats upon the dewy air ' O , what a dying , dying close was there ! 00 " Tis harmony from yon sequester'd bow'r , 65 Sweet THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR 33 Truth,
... , Safe in themselves , but dang'rous in th ' excess . Hark ! how it floats upon the dewy air ' O , what a dying , dying close was there ! 00 " Tis harmony from yon sequester'd bow'r , 65 Sweet THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR 33 Truth,
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... Sweet harmony , that soothes the midnight hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . 70 Is ...
... Sweet harmony , that soothes the midnight hour ! Long ere the charioteer of day had run His morning course , th ' enchantment was begun And he shall gild yon mountain's height again , Ere yet the pleasing toil becomes a pain . 70 Is ...
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Page 238 - These gambols he did play, Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay. And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wond'ring much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house — " They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits, and we are tired — " Said Gilpin,
Page 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 113 - 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 117 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Page 240 - 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." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. • But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Page 240 - 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 184 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Page 144 - 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, 795 Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Page 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, 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 scream'd, Up flew the windows all ; And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!
Page 235 - Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.