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... Race . Shops , whence are heard the Hammer and the Saw , And Village - Pleasures unreprov'd by Law ; Then how serene ! when in your favourite Room , Gales from your Jasmines soothe the Evening Gloom ; When from your upland Paddock you ...
... Race . Shops , whence are heard the Hammer and the Saw , And Village - Pleasures unreprov'd by Law ; Then how serene ! when in your favourite Room , Gales from your Jasmines soothe the Evening Gloom ; When from your upland Paddock you ...
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... Race , Of all Professions , and in every place . ' " What is a Church ? " - A Flock , ' our Vicar cries , ' Whom Bishops govern and whom Priests advise ; ' Wherein are various States and due Degrees , ' The Bench for Honour , and the ...
... Race , Of all Professions , and in every place . ' " What is a Church ? " - A Flock , ' our Vicar cries , ' Whom Bishops govern and whom Priests advise ; ' Wherein are various States and due Degrees , ' The Bench for Honour , and the ...
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... race : We too shall rest , and then our Children keep Their road in Life , and then , forgotten , sleep ; Meanwhile the Building slowly falls away , And , like the Builders , will in time decay . The old Foundation - but it is not clear ...
... race : We too shall rest , and then our Children keep Their road in Life , and then , forgotten , sleep ; Meanwhile the Building slowly falls away , And , like the Builders , will in time decay . The old Foundation - but it is not clear ...
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... race began , and to the end His constant care was , no man to offend ; No haughty virtues stirr'd his peaceful mind , Nor urg'd the Priest to leave the Flock behind ; He was his Master's Soldier , but not one To lead an army of his ...
... race began , and to the end His constant care was , no man to offend ; No haughty virtues stirr'd his peaceful mind , Nor urg'd the Priest to leave the Flock behind ; He was his Master's Soldier , but not one To lead an army of his ...
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... race We nurse some portion in our favour'd place ; Not one warm Preacher of one growing Sect Can say our Borough treats him with neglect ; Frequent as fashions , they with us appear , And you might ask , " how think we for the year ...
... race We nurse some portion in our favour'd place ; Not one warm Preacher of one growing Sect Can say our Borough treats him with neglect ; Frequent as fashions , they with us appear , And you might ask , " how think we for the year ...
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Page 9 - Upon the billows rising — all the deep Is restless change ; the waves so swell'd and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells : But nearer land you may the billows trace, As if contending in their watery chase ; May watch the mightiest till the shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to' their utmost stretch ; Curl'd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded flints, which...
Page 277 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Page 21 - He had his wish, had more: I will not paint The Lovers' meeting: she beheld him faint, With tender fears, she took a nearer view, Her terrors doubling as her hopes withdrew; He tried to smile, and, half succeeding, said, "Yes! I must die;
Page 127 - On all without a lordly host sustains The care of empire, and observant reigns ; The parting guest beholds him at his side, With pomp obsequious, bending in his pride ; Round all the place his eyes all objects meet, Attentive, silent, civil, and discreet. O'er all within the lady-hostess rules, Her bar she governs, and her kitchen schools ; To every guest th...
Page 251 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die. And there an end...
Page 254 - Who, undisturb'd by feelings just or kind, Would parish-boys to needy tradesmen bind; They in their want a trifling sum would take, And toiling slaves of piteous orphans make.
Page 140 - Not warn'd by misery, not enrich'd by gain ; Whom justice pitying, chides from place to place, A wandering, careless, wretched, merry race, Who cheerful looks assume, and play the parts Of happy rovers with repining hearts ; Then cast off care, and in the mimic pain Of tragic...
Page 9 - Th' unwieldy porpoise through the day before Had roll'd in view of boding men on shore ; And sometimes hid and sometimes show'd his form, Dark as the cloud, and furious as the storm. All where the eye delights, yet dreads to roam, The breaking billows cast the flying foam Upon the billows rising — all the deep Is restless change ; the waves so...
Page 21 - Thomas, I must die : Would I could see my Sally, and could rest My throbbing temples on her faithful breast, And gazing go ! — if not, this trifle take, And say till death I wore it for her sake ; Yes ! I must die — blow on, sweet breeze, blow on ! Give me one look before my life be gone, Oh ! give me that, and let me not despair, One last fond look — and now repeat the prayer.
Page 22 - The friendly many, and the favourite few; Nor one that day did he to mind recall But she has treasured, and she loves them all; When in her way she meets them, they appear Peculiar people — death has made them dear.