Poems, Volume 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 - English poetry |
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... pow'r , and while he reign'd The proud protector of the pow'r he gain'd , Religion harsh , intolerant , austere , Parent of manners like herself severe , Drew a rough copy of the Christian face . Without the smile , the sweetness , or ...
... pow'r , and while he reign'd The proud protector of the pow'r he gain'd , Religion harsh , intolerant , austere , Parent of manners like herself severe , Drew a rough copy of the Christian face . Without the smile , the sweetness , or ...
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... pow'r , Forms , opens , and gives scent to ev'ry flow'r ; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field , and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads : She fills profuse ten thousand little throats With music , modulating all their ...
... pow'r , Forms , opens , and gives scent to ev'ry flow'r ; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field , and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads : She fills profuse ten thousand little throats With music , modulating all their ...
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... Pow'r , pomp , and splendour , and the thirst of praise ; There Beauty wooes him with expanded arms ; Ev'n Bacchanalian madness has it's charms . Nor these alone , whose pleasures less refin'd Might well alarm the most unguarded mind ...
... Pow'r , pomp , and splendour , and the thirst of praise ; There Beauty wooes him with expanded arms ; Ev'n Bacchanalian madness has it's charms . Nor these alone , whose pleasures less refin'd Might well alarm the most unguarded mind ...
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... pow'r Of some ungovern'd passion ev'ry hour , Finds by degrees the truths , that once bore sway , And all their deep impressions , wear away ; So coin grows smooth , in traffic current pass'd , Till Cæsar's image is effac'd at last ...
... pow'r Of some ungovern'd passion ev'ry hour , Finds by degrees the truths , that once bore sway , And all their deep impressions , wear away ; So coin grows smooth , in traffic current pass'd , Till Cæsar's image is effac'd at last ...
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... pow'r , and could command Far , far away these flesh - flies of the land ; Who fasten without mercy on the fair , And suck , and leave a craving maggot there ! Howe'er disguis'd th ' inflammatory tale , And cover'd with 40 THE PROGRESS ...
... pow'r , and could command Far , far away these flesh - flies of the land ; Who fasten without mercy on the fair , And suck , and leave a craving maggot there ! Howe'er disguis'd th ' inflammatory tale , And cover'd with 40 THE PROGRESS ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser dark dear deeds delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er wisdom wrath zeal
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Page 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 320 - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
Page 323 - 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 316 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Page 323 - 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 228 - 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.
Page 227 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 162 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
Page 290 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Page 322 - 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.