Poems, Volume 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... Still hung'ring , pennylefs and far from home , I fed on fcarlet hips and ftony haws , Or blufhing crabs , or berries , that imbofs The bramble , black as jet , or floes auftere . Hard fare ! but fuch as boyish appetite Difdains not ...
... Still hung'ring , pennylefs and far from home , I fed on fcarlet hips and ftony haws , Or blufhing crabs , or berries , that imbofs The bramble , black as jet , or floes auftere . Hard fare ! but fuch as boyish appetite Difdains not ...
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... Still foothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witnefs , dear companion of my walks , Whofe arm this twentieth winter I perceive Faft lock'd in mine , with pleasure fuch as love , Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth And ...
... Still foothing , and of pow'r to charm me still . And witnefs , dear companion of my walks , Whofe arm this twentieth winter I perceive Faft lock'd in mine , with pleasure fuch as love , Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth And ...
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... still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The diftant plough flow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy fwain diminish'd to a boy ! Here Oufe ...
... still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The diftant plough flow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy fwain diminish'd to a boy ! Here Oufe ...
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... still retreat Dearly obtains the refuge it affords . Its elevated fcite forbids the wretch To drink sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy - laden , brings his bev'rage home , Far fetch'd ...
... still retreat Dearly obtains the refuge it affords . Its elevated fcite forbids the wretch To drink sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy - laden , brings his bev'rage home , Far fetch'd ...
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... 'd in correfponding lines ; And , though himself so polish'd , still reprieves The obfolete prolixity of fhade . John Courtney Throckmorton , Efq . of Wefton Underwood . Defcending now ( but cautious , left too faft ) 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... 'd in correfponding lines ; And , though himself so polish'd , still reprieves The obfolete prolixity of fhade . John Courtney Throckmorton , Efq . of Wefton Underwood . Defcending now ( but cautious , left too faft ) 12 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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Page 327 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Page 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 119 - tis the twanging horn ! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Page 335 - 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.
Page 40 - As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Page 41 - 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 34 - 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 threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 56 - 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 189 - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...
Page 333 - The bottles twain, behind his back, 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...