Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Volume 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 - English poetry |
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... Slavery , and the Slave Trade On Liberty , and in Praise of Mr. Howard On Domestic Happiness , & c . -- ib . 448 Cowper 448 ib . 448 ib . 449 ib . 449 Ad Amicos Weft 315 On the Employments of what is called an Idle Hymn to Contentment ...
... Slavery , and the Slave Trade On Liberty , and in Praise of Mr. Howard On Domestic Happiness , & c . -- ib . 448 Cowper 448 ib . 448 ib . 449 ib . 449 Ad Amicos Weft 315 On the Employments of what is called an Idle Hymn to Contentment ...
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... Slave to no fect , who takes no private road , But looks thro ' Nature up to Nature's God ; Purfues that chain which links th ' immenfe defign , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sces , that no being any blifs can know ...
... Slave to no fect , who takes no private road , But looks thro ' Nature up to Nature's God ; Purfues that chain which links th ' immenfe defign , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sces , that no being any blifs can know ...
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... slaves at home ; Fear , pity , juftice , indignation ftart , Tear off referve , and bare my fwelling heart ; Till , half a patriot , half a coward grown , Ify from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curfe with me that baleful ...
... slaves at home ; Fear , pity , juftice , indignation ftart , Tear off referve , and bare my fwelling heart ; Till , half a patriot , half a coward grown , Ify from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curfe with me that baleful ...
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... Slavery be no more ; VARIATIONS . Since that dire morn what tears has Albion fhed ! Gods ! what new wounds , & c . Till Anna rofe , and bade the Furies ceafe ; Let there be peace - she said , and all was peace . Originally food these ...
... Slavery be no more ; VARIATIONS . Since that dire morn what tears has Albion fhed ! Gods ! what new wounds , & c . Till Anna rofe , and bade the Furies ceafe ; Let there be peace - she said , and all was peace . Originally food these ...
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... Slaves to yourselves , and even fatigued with cafe , Who lofe a length of undeferving days Would you ufurp the lover's dear - bought praife ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall ; The people's fable , and the fcorn of all ...
... Slaves to yourselves , and even fatigued with cafe , Who lofe a length of undeferving days Would you ufurp the lover's dear - bought praife ? To just contempt , ye vain pretenders , fall ; The people's fable , and the fcorn of all ...
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Page 22 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Page 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Page 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Page 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Page 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.