PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 páginas |
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... Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
... Happy the state that has not these to fear . A. Thus men , whose thoughts contemplative have dwelt On situations that they never felt , Start up sagacious , covered with the dust Of dreaming study and pedantic rust , And prate and ...
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... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away ; He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy ...
... happy , reign whoever may , And laughs the sense of misery far away ; He drinks his simple beverage with a gust ; And , feasting on an onion and a crust , We never feel the alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy ...
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... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity ...
... happy peasant ! Oh unhappy bard ! His the mere tinsel , her's the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come , She never heard of half a mile from home : He lost in errors his vain heart prefers , She safe in the simplicity ...
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... happy skill and industry combined Shall prove ( what argument could never yet ) The Bible an impostor and a cheat ? The praises of the libertine professed , The worst of men and curses of the best . Where should the living , weeping o ...
... happy skill and industry combined Shall prove ( what argument could never yet ) The Bible an impostor and a cheat ? The praises of the libertine professed , The worst of men and curses of the best . Where should the living , weeping o ...
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... happy amidst all her grief , · Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that like the polished share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flowery ...
... happy amidst all her grief , · Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that like the polished share , Ploughs up the roots of a believer's care , Kills too the flowery ...
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Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath cause charms dæmons deem delight distant divine docet dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flower folly frown give glory grace hand happy hast heard heart heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seems shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Weston Underwood WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 328 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Página 387 - I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Página 150 - 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. 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,...
Página 387 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Página 387 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Página 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Página 388 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored at thy side.
Página 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Página 196 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.