PoemsOliver & Boyd, 1850 - 514 стор. |
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... mighty projects lined , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with all its gold and glittering store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom 16 TABLE TALK .
... mighty projects lined , To catch renown by ruining mankind , Is worth , with all its gold and glittering store , Just what the toy will sell for , and no more . Oh ! bright occasions of dispensing good , How seldom 16 TABLE TALK .
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... worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie : And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign ; But he that loves ...
... worth of his three kingdoms I defy , To lure me to the baseness of a lie : And , of all lies ( be that one poet's boast , ) The lie that flatters I abhor the most . Those arts be theirs , who hate his gentle reign ; But he that loves ...
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... worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals out ...
... worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals out ...
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... worth untold ; Cheap though blood - bought , and thrown away when sold ; May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend Betray thee , while professing to defend ! Prize it , ye ministers ; ye monarchs , spare ; Ye Patriots , guard it ...
... worth untold ; Cheap though blood - bought , and thrown away when sold ; May no foes ravish thee , and no false friend Betray thee , while professing to defend ! Prize it , ye ministers ; ye monarchs , spare ; Ye Patriots , guard it ...
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... worth ; Courage , ungraced by these , affronts the skies , Is but the fire without the sacrifice . The stream , that feeds the wellspring of the heart Not more invigorates life's noblest part , Than virtue quickens , with a warmth ...
... worth ; Courage , ungraced by these , affronts the skies , Is but the fire without the sacrifice . The stream , that feeds the wellspring of the heart Not more invigorates life's noblest part , Than virtue quickens , with a warmth ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath bids bird blest boast breast breath cause charms dear delight divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fast fear feel fire flowers folly frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin labour land light live lost lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once pain Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seems shine sigh sight skies smile song soon soul sound stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thought THROCKMORTON toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas verse virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Сторінка 398 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Сторінка 379 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Сторінка 185 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Сторінка 457 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more : For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring...
Сторінка 399 - 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.
Сторінка 452 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
Сторінка 273 - The oppressor holds His body bound, but knows not what a range His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain, And that to bind him is a vain attempt Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.
Сторінка 380 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Сторінка 168 - Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Сторінка 381 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig : He lost them sooner than at first ; For why ? — they were too big. Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She pulled out half-a-crown ; And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.