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... caufes reproved . -Our own late mifcarriages accounted for . - Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau . — But the pulpit , not ... caufe , to the want of dif cipline in the univerfities . THE TASK . BOOK II . THE TIME - PIECE.
... caufes reproved . -Our own late mifcarriages accounted for . - Satirical notice taken of our trips to Fontainbleau . — But the pulpit , not ... caufe , to the want of dif cipline in the univerfities . THE TASK . BOOK II . THE TIME - PIECE.
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... caufe of all . England , with all thy faults , I love thee ftill- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found , Shall be constrain'd to love thee . Though thy clime Be fickle , and thy year ...
... caufe of all . England , with all thy faults , I love thee ftill- My country ! and , while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found , Shall be constrain'd to love thee . Though thy clime Be fickle , and thy year ...
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... caufe ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother tongue ...
... caufe ? Time was when it was praise and boast enough In ev'ry clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill th ' ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother tongue ...
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... caufe . There ftands the meffenger of truth : there ftands The legate of the skies ! -His theme divine , His office facred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As ...
... caufe . There ftands the meffenger of truth : there ftands The legate of the skies ! -His theme divine , His office facred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As ...
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... word To feek him rather , where his mercy fhines . The mind indeed , enlighten'd from above , Views him in all ; afcribes to the grand caufe The grand effect ; acknowledges with joy His manner , 98 BOOK 11I . THE TASK .
... word To feek him rather , where his mercy fhines . The mind indeed , enlighten'd from above , Views him in all ; afcribes to the grand caufe The grand effect ; acknowledges with joy His manner , 98 BOOK 11I . THE TASK .
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againſt Becauſe beneath beſt boaſt caufe cauſe cloſe courſe dæmons defign diftant dream earth eaſe Elfe elſe eſcape ev'n ev'ry facred fafe faft fake fame faſt fatire feed feek feel feem'd feems fhade fhall fhine fhould fhow fide figh fight filent fince firſt fleep flow'rs fome fong foon form'd foul ftill fuch fweet grace happineſs heart heav'n himſelf houſe itſelf John Gilpin juft juſt laft laſt leaft leaſt lefs leſs loft meaſure mind moft moſt mufic muft muſt nature Nebaioth never o'er once pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purpoſe reft rife ſcene ſchools ſeaſon ſee ſeek ſeem ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkies ſkill ſmall ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpot ſpread ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet taſk taſte thee their's themſelves theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand treaſure truth uſe virtue whofe whoſe wind wiſdom worfe worth
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Сторінка 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,
Сторінка 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,
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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—
Сторінка 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