Poems, Volume 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 - English poetry |
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... wind that rais'd it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss ; Its errour , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the dying hour ...
... wind that rais'd it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss ; Its errour , if it err'd , was merely this- He thought the dying hour ...
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... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; Short his career indeed , but ably run ; Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , In penury consum'd his idle hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at ...
... wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; Short his career indeed , but ably run ; Churchill , himself unconscious of his pow'rs , In penury consum'd his idle hours ; And , like a scatter'd seed at ...
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... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
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... readers , owe the gust And relish of their pleasure all to lust . But the muse , eagle - pinion'd , has in view A quarry more important still than you ; Down , down the wind she swims , and sails 36 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
... readers , owe the gust And relish of their pleasure all to lust . But the muse , eagle - pinion'd , has in view A quarry more important still than you ; Down , down the wind she swims , and sails 36 THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR .
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William Cowper. Down , down the wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry tear shall scald thy memory : The graces too , while Virtue at their ...
William Cowper. Down , down the wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius ! all the muses weep for thee ; But ev'ry tear shall scald thy memory : The graces too , while Virtue at their ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms classick courser dark dear deeds deist delight design'd divine docet dream e'en earth Edmonton errour 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 JOHN GILPIN joys land light lust lyre magick mankind mercy mind muse musick Nature never night NOSEGAY nymph o'er once opticks pain peace pharisee pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove publick 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 thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath zeal
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Page 278 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin! — Here's the house!" They all at once did cry: "The dinner waits, and we are tired;
Page 280 - 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 200 - 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.' O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 199 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Page 280 - Ah, luckless speech and bootless boast ! for which he paid full dear ; For while he spake a braying ass did sing most loud and clear ; Whereat his horse did snort as he had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, as he had done before.
Page 276 - He grasp'd 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.
Page 276 - Fair and softly," John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who...
Page 201 - 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair ; Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace And reconciles man to his lot.
Page 189 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Page 280 - 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.