Poems,J. Johnson, ... T. Bensley, printer, 1800 |
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... thine , but curiofity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to fhow thee here With what superior skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence , and fquander life . The dream is past ; and thou ...
... thine , but curiofity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bow'rs , to fhow thee here With what superior skill we can abuse The gifts of Providence , and fquander life . The dream is past ; and thou ...
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... thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art fad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little when ...
... thine are honest tears , A patriot's for his country : thou art fad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little when ...
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... thine escape , Far guiltier England , left he spare not thee ! Happy the man who fees a God employ'd In all the good and ill that chequer life ! Refolving all events , with their effects And manifold refults , into the will And ...
... thine escape , Far guiltier England , left he spare not thee ! Happy the man who fees a God employ'd In all the good and ill that chequer life ! Refolving all events , with their effects And manifold refults , into the will And ...
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... thine eyes with eye - falve ; afk of him , Or afk of whom foever he has taught ; And learn , though late , the genuine caufe of all . England , with all thy faults , I love thee ftill- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left Where ...
... thine eyes with eye - falve ; afk of him , Or afk of whom foever he has taught ; And learn , though late , the genuine caufe of all . England , with all thy faults , I love thee ftill- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left Where ...
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... thine arms She smiles , appearing , as in truth fhe is , Heav'n - born , and destin'd to the skies again . Thou art not known where pleasure is ador'd , That reeling goddess with a zoneless waist And wand'ring eyes , ftill leaning on ...
... thine arms She smiles , appearing , as in truth fhe is , Heav'n - born , and destin'd to the skies again . Thou art not known where pleasure is ador'd , That reeling goddess with a zoneless waist And wand'ring eyes , ftill leaning on ...
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Página 55 - And natural in gefture; much imprefs'd Himfelf, as confcious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in addrefs, as well becomes A meflenger of grace to guilty men. Behold the pifture !—Is it like ?—Like whom? The things that mount the
Página 329 - Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open threw. And now, as he went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back Were fliatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Moll piteous to be feen,
Página 85 - While thoughtful man is plaufibly amus'd. Defend me, therefore, common fenfe, fay I, From reveries fo airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up ! Twere well, fays one fage erudite, profound, Terribly arch'd and aquiline his nofe, And overbuilt with moft impending brows,
Página 322 - lov'd, And keep it fafe and found. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each fide, To make his balance true. Then, over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brufli'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now fee
Página 38 - I would not have a flave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I fleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd. No : dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Página 185 - foes, confed'rate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he cafts it off With as much eafe as Samfon his green wyths. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd With thofe whofe manfions glitter in his fight, Calls the delightful fcen'ry all his own.
Página 184 - And hiftory, fo warm on meaner themes, Is cold on this. She execrates indeed The tyranny that doom'd them to the fire, But gives the glorious fuff'rers little praife *. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are flaves
Página 332 - Whence ftraight he came with hat and wig; A wig that flow'd behind, A hat not much the worfe for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and, in his turn, Thus fliow'd his ready wit— My head is twice as big as
Página 262 - hew'd, not yet deftroy'd: The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very fpot; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw; To pitch the ball into the grounded hat, Or drive it devious with a dext'rous pat—
Página 331 - In merry guife he fpoke:— I came becaufe your horfe would come; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will foon be here— They are upon the road. The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a