The Task: A Poem. In Six Books. To which is Added, Tirocinium: Or, A Review of SchoolsThomas Dobson, bookseller, in Second-Street, second door above Chesnut-Street, 1787 - 186 стор. |
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... Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his wait A girdle of half - wither'd fhrubs he fhows , And at his feet the baffled billows die .. The common overgrown with fern , and rough With ...
... Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his wait A girdle of half - wither'd fhrubs he fhows , And at his feet the baffled billows die .. The common overgrown with fern , and rough With ...
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... bound . A ferving - maid was fhe , and fell in love .. With one who left her , went to fea and died . Her fancy followed him through foaming waves To diftant fhores , and fhe would fit and weep At what a failor fuffers : fancy too ...
... bound . A ferving - maid was fhe , and fell in love .. With one who left her , went to fea and died . Her fancy followed him through foaming waves To diftant fhores , and fhe would fit and weep At what a failor fuffers : fancy too ...
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... bound'ries in old time Not to be pafs'd . And fhe that had renounc'd Her fex's honor , was renounc'd herfelf By all that priz'd it ; not for prud'ry's fake , But dignity's , refentful of the wrong . ' Twas hard perhaps on here and there ...
... bound'ries in old time Not to be pafs'd . And fhe that had renounc'd Her fex's honor , was renounc'd herfelf By all that priz'd it ; not for prud'ry's fake , But dignity's , refentful of the wrong . ' Twas hard perhaps on here and there ...
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... bound me to the kind . True ; I am no proficient , I confefs , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themfelves in th ' earth beneath , I cannot analyse the air ...
... bound me to the kind . True ; I am no proficient , I confefs , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themfelves in th ' earth beneath , I cannot analyse the air ...
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... bound in chains of filence , which the fair , Though eloquent , themselves , yet fear to break , What is it but a map of bufy life , Its fluctuations , and its vaft concerns Here runs the mountanous and craggy ridge , That tempts ...
... bound in chains of filence , which the fair , Though eloquent , themselves , yet fear to break , What is it but a map of bufy life , Its fluctuations , and its vaft concerns Here runs the mountanous and craggy ridge , That tempts ...
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Сторінка 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Сторінка 144 - 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 178 - 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 30 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Сторінка 171 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Сторінка 178 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Сторінка 179 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase. Thy rams are there, *Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Сторінка 43 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Сторінка 27 - 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 29 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own...