Poems, Том 2J. Johnson, 1788 |
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... Kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens who take the air Clofe pack'd and fmiling in a chaise and one . But relaxation of the languid frame By foft recumbency of outstretch'd limbs , Was blifs referv'd for happier days ...
... Kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens who take the air Clofe pack'd and fmiling in a chaise and one . But relaxation of the languid frame By foft recumbency of outstretch'd limbs , Was blifs referv'd for happier days ...
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... king ? Pours fhe not all her choiceft fruits abroad , Her fweeteft flowers , her aromatic gums , VOL . II . E Disclosing Disclosing paradife where'er he treads ? She quakes at his Book ii . THE TIME PIECE . 49 The Time-Piece.
... king ? Pours fhe not all her choiceft fruits abroad , Her fweeteft flowers , her aromatic gums , VOL . II . E Disclosing Disclosing paradife where'er he treads ? She quakes at his Book ii . THE TIME PIECE . 49 The Time-Piece.
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... King of intimate delights , Fire - fide enjoyments , home - born happiness , And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement , and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening , know . No ratt'ling wheels ftop fhort before ...
... King of intimate delights , Fire - fide enjoyments , home - born happiness , And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement , and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening , know . No ratt'ling wheels ftop fhort before ...
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... again . Alas ! ' twas but a mortifying stroke Of undefign'd severity , that glanc'd , ( Made by a monarch ) on her own estate , On human grandeur and the courts of kings . ' 2 On Book v . THE WINTER MORNING WALK . 189.
... again . Alas ! ' twas but a mortifying stroke Of undefign'd severity , that glanc'd , ( Made by a monarch ) on her own estate , On human grandeur and the courts of kings . ' 2 On Book v . THE WINTER MORNING WALK . 189.
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... wife , Kings would not play at . Nations would do well T'extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes , whofe infirm and baby minds Are Are gratified with mischief ; and who fpoil , Because 190 Book v . THE TASK .
... wife , Kings would not play at . Nations would do well T'extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes , whofe infirm and baby minds Are Are gratified with mischief ; and who fpoil , Because 190 Book v . THE TASK .
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Сторінка 47 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Сторінка 348 - The bottles twain, behind his back, 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...
Сторінка 354 - 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 gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before.
Сторінка 271 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Сторінка 218 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Сторінка 40 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Сторінка 101 - Defend me therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up...
Сторінка 19 - Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited, once more rejoice That yet a remnant of your race survives.
Сторінка 139 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Сторінка 137 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...