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... wonder and applause , Even on the fools that trampled on their laws . But he ( his musical finesse was such , So nice his ear , so delicate his touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature ...
... wonder and applause , Even on the fools that trampled on their laws . But he ( his musical finesse was such , So nice his ear , so delicate his touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature ...
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... wonder if they stray ? Go , cast your orders at your Bishop's feet , Send your dishonoured gown to Monmouth - street ! The sacred function in your hands is made- Sad sacrilege ! no function , but a trade ! Occiduus is a pastor of renown ...
... wonder if they stray ? Go , cast your orders at your Bishop's feet , Send your dishonoured gown to Monmouth - street ! The sacred function in your hands is made- Sad sacrilege ! no function , but a trade ! Occiduus is a pastor of renown ...
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... wonder in his features mixt ; His passions tamed , and all at his controul , How perfect the composure of his soul ! Complacency has breathed a gentle gale O'er all his thoughts , and swelled his easy sail : His books well trimmed and ...
... wonder in his features mixt ; His passions tamed , and all at his controul , How perfect the composure of his soul ! Complacency has breathed a gentle gale O'er all his thoughts , and swelled his easy sail : His books well trimmed and ...
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... wonder , and with daring tongue Blasphemed the authority from which it sprung . They knew by sure prognostics seen on high , The future tone and temper of the sky ; But , grave dissemblers ! could not understand That sin let loose ...
... wonder , and with daring tongue Blasphemed the authority from which it sprung . They knew by sure prognostics seen on high , The future tone and temper of the sky ; But , grave dissemblers ! could not understand That sin let loose ...
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... pistols , great and small , In starry forms disposed upon the wall ; We wonder , as we gazing stand below , That brass and steel should make so fine a show ; • But though we praise the exact designer's skill , 138 CHARITY .
... pistols , great and small , In starry forms disposed upon the wall ; We wonder , as we gazing stand below , That brass and steel should make so fine a show ; • But though we praise the exact designer's skill , 138 CHARITY .
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beams beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear declension deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly fools frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Inner Temple JOHN GILPIN joys land learned light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night NOSEGAY nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wonder zeal
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Side 277 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
Side 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more.
Side 207 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Side 280 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Side 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Side 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Side 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Side 209 - And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Side 283 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.