Poems, Volume 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 - English poetry |
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... true , Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n , assume the lyre , And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal music on his ...
... true , Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n , assume the lyre , And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal music on his ...
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... True beagle as the staunchest hound he keeps . Charg'd with the folly of his life's mad scene , He takes offence , and wonders what you mean ; The joy the danger and the toil o'erpays- " Tis exercise , and health , and length of days ...
... True beagle as the staunchest hound he keeps . Charg'd with the folly of his life's mad scene , He takes offence , and wonders what you mean ; The joy the danger and the toil o'erpays- " Tis exercise , and health , and length of days ...
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... true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due- The praise of wisdom , comeliness , and worth , And call her charms to public notice forth- Than Vice's mean and disingenuous race , To hide the shocking features of her face . Her form ...
... true , To give to Virtue what is Virtue's due- The praise of wisdom , comeliness , and worth , And call her charms to public notice forth- Than Vice's mean and disingenuous race , To hide the shocking features of her face . Her form ...
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... true . Plants rais'd with tenderness are seldom strong ; Man's coltish disposition asks the thong ; And without discipline the fav'rite child , Like a neglected forester , runs wild . But we , as if good qualities would grow Spontaneous ...
... true . Plants rais'd with tenderness are seldom strong ; Man's coltish disposition asks the thong ; And without discipline the fav'rite child , Like a neglected forester , runs wild . But we , as if good qualities would grow Spontaneous ...
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... true , Grant me discernment , and I grant it you . Patient of contradiction as a child , Affable , humble , diffident , and mild ; Such was sir Isaac , and such Boyle and Locke : Your blund'rer is as sturdy as a rock . The creature is ...
... true , Grant me discernment , and I grant it you . Patient of contradiction as a child , Affable , humble , diffident , and mild ; Such was sir Isaac , and such Boyle and Locke : Your blund'rer is as sturdy as a rock . The creature is ...
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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.