Poems, Том 1J. Johnson, No. 72, St. Paul's Church Yard, 1786 |
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... thine . A. Guard what you say , the patriotic tribe Will fneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie . B 3 And And of all lies ( be that one poet's ...
... thine . A. Guard what you say , the patriotic tribe Will fneer and charge you with a bribe . - B . A bribe ? The worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie . B 3 And And of all lies ( be that one poet's ...
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... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Loft without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verfe , Heroic fong from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ; Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
... thine , and thou art fancy's nurse , Loft without thee th ' ennobling pow'rs of verfe , Heroic fong from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires ; Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will ...
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... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What fays the prophet ? Let that day be bleft With holiness and confecrated reft . Paftime and bus'nefs both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
... thine have ever been , God's worship and the mountebank between . What fays the prophet ? Let that day be bleft With holiness and confecrated reft . Paftime and bus'nefs both it should exclude , And bar the door the moment they intrude ...
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... thine , Felt each a mortal ftab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the facrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray beard corruptor of our lift'ning youth , To purge and fkim away the filth of vice ...
... thine , Felt each a mortal ftab in her own breast , Abhorr'd the facrifice , and curs'd the priest . Thou polish'd and high - finish'd foe to truth , Gray beard corruptor of our lift'ning youth , To purge and fkim away the filth of vice ...
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... thine , Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Where but the feeble efforts of a child , Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
... thine , Nor hop'd , but in thy righteousness divine : My pray'rs and alms , imperfect and defil'd , Where but the feeble efforts of a child , Howe'er perform'd , it was their brightest part , That they proceeded from a grateful heart ...
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againſt becauſe beneath beſt bleft boaſt breaſt caufe cauſe charms clofe cloſe courſe defign diftant divine dream earth eaſe elfe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faft fame faſhion fcene fcorn fear fecure feek feel feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhow fide filent firſt fkies flave fleep flow'rs fmile folly fome fong foon form'd foul fpring ftands ftill fuch fupplied fure fweet grace happineſs heart heav'n himſelf itſelf juft juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs light loft luft mind moft moſt mufe mufic muft muſt nature never o'er once peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe purpoſe reft reſt rife ſcene ſchool ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand truth uſe virtue wafte whofe whoſe wiſdom worfe
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