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... those who roam and those who mope , Retiring Will o'th ' Wifp , refus'd To trim the lamp of treach'rous hope . Nor parish bell was heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ; " No noife - but winds and fcreams of those Ill ...
... those who roam and those who mope , Retiring Will o'th ' Wifp , refus'd To trim the lamp of treach'rous hope . Nor parish bell was heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ; " No noife - but winds and fcreams of those Ill ...
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... those thou fhedd'ft , bedew thy tomb . But if this facred name awake no zeal , No gen'rous ardour for the public weal ; Purfue thy way , nor vainly loiter here ; Thy tearlefs eye profanes the patriot's bier . bus , t Suidw THE BRITISH ...
... those thou fhedd'ft , bedew thy tomb . But if this facred name awake no zeal , No gen'rous ardour for the public weal ; Purfue thy way , nor vainly loiter here ; Thy tearlefs eye profanes the patriot's bier . bus , t Suidw THE BRITISH ...
Side 4
... those dews with timely nurture aid The infant Flow'rets drooping in the fhade ; Whilft long - experienc'd Worth and Manners mild- A Father's merits — still protect his child . PAPER . BY DR . FRANKLIN . SOME wit of old - fuch wits of ...
... those dews with timely nurture aid The infant Flow'rets drooping in the fhade ; Whilft long - experienc'd Worth and Manners mild- A Father's merits — still protect his child . PAPER . BY DR . FRANKLIN . SOME wit of old - fuch wits of ...
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... those others fhould to you- " Now had our Painter mark'd this rule with care , He , not the Dog , had din'd upon the Hare . SONG . Sung at the Blind Afylum , Liverpool . HARK ! Sifters , hark ! that burfting figh , It iffu'd from fome ...
... those others fhould to you- " Now had our Painter mark'd this rule with care , He , not the Dog , had din'd upon the Hare . SONG . Sung at the Blind Afylum , Liverpool . HARK ! Sifters , hark ! that burfting figh , It iffu'd from fome ...
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... those heaving fighs , May Heav'n , kind ftranger , pity thee ! If ftarting tears fuffuse thine eyes , Those tears , alas ! we cannot fee . But ev'ry figh , and ev'ry tear , And ev'ry boon thy hand has given , All in full luftre fhall ...
... those heaving fighs , May Heav'n , kind ftranger , pity thee ! If ftarting tears fuffuse thine eyes , Those tears , alas ! we cannot fee . But ev'ry figh , and ev'ry tear , And ev'ry boon thy hand has given , All in full luftre fhall ...
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Side 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Side 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Side 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.