Poems, Volum 1R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1818 |
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... beam , that plays upon its face ; The sportive light , uncertain where it fails , Now strikes the roof , now flashes on the walls . IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . I. NEW - YORK : PUBLISHED BY R. & W. A. BARTOW . J. Robinson , printer . 1818 ...
... beam , that plays upon its face ; The sportive light , uncertain where it fails , Now strikes the roof , now flashes on the walls . IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . I. NEW - YORK : PUBLISHED BY R. & W. A. BARTOW . J. Robinson , printer . 1818 ...
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... beam Philosophy imparts ; To give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a ...
... beam Philosophy imparts ; To give Religion her unbridled scope , Nor judge by statute a believer's hope ; With close fidelity and love unfeign'd , To keep the matrimonial bond unstain'd ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a ...
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... beams , Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams : The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork With double toil , and shiver at their work ; Thus with a rigour , for his good design'd , She rears her fav'rite man of all mankind ...
... beams , Ungenial blasts attending curl the streams : The peasants urge their harvest , ply the fork With double toil , and shiver at their work ; Thus with a rigour , for his good design'd , She rears her fav'rite man of all mankind ...
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... at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too often , there his easy nap . If brighter beams than all he threw not forth , 22 TABLE TALK .
... at length , by dignity of thought And dint of genius , to an affluent lot , He laid his head in Luxury's soft lap , And took , too often , there his easy nap . If brighter beams than all he threw not forth , 22 TABLE TALK .
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William Cowper. If brighter beams than all he threw not forth , ' Twas negligence in him , not want of worth . Surly , and slovenly , and bold , and coarse , Too proud for art , and trusting in mere force , Spendthrift alike of money and ...
William Cowper. If brighter beams than all he threw not forth , ' Twas negligence in him , not want of worth . Surly , and slovenly , and bold , and coarse , Too proud for art , and trusting in mere force , Spendthrift alike of money and ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser deeds delight design'd divine docet dream e'en earth Edmonton errour ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour INNER TEMPLE int'rest JOHN GILPIN joys land light lov'd lust lyre magick mankind mercy mind muse musick Nature never night nymph o'er once opticks pain peace pharisee pity pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove publick rais'd Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath zeal
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Side 276 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 273 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Side 187 - I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— solitude is sweet.
Side 199 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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.
Side 274 - That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was...
Side 276 - Fair and softly." John he cried ; But John he cried in vain: That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Side 198 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 279 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. "But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Side 237 - Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights, (I ask;) Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion, Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
Side 282 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...