Poems, Volum 2R. & W. A. Bartow, J. Robinson, printer, 1819 |
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Side 41
... Heav'n , that it burns down to Earth , And in the furious inquest , that it makes On God's behalf , lays waste his fairest works . The very elements , though each be meant The minister of man , to serve his wants , Conspire against him ...
... Heav'n , that it burns down to Earth , And in the furious inquest , that it makes On God's behalf , lays waste his fairest works . The very elements , though each be meant The minister of man , to serve his wants , Conspire against him ...
Side 43
... Heav'n In tempests ; quits his grasp upon the winds , And gives them all their fury ; bids a plague Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin , And putrefy the breath of blooming Health . He calls for Famine , and the meagre fiend Blows mildew ...
... Heav'n In tempests ; quits his grasp upon the winds , And gives them all their fury ; bids a plague Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin , And putrefy the breath of blooming Health . He calls for Famine , and the meagre fiend Blows mildew ...
Side 48
... Heav'n all were ! But hark -- the doctor's voice - fast wedg'd be- tween Two empiricks he stands , and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news , his trumpet : Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue . While through that publiek ...
... Heav'n all were ! But hark -- the doctor's voice - fast wedg'd be- tween Two empiricks he stands , and with swoln cheeks Inspires the news , his trumpet : Keener far Than all invective is his bold harangue . While through that publiek ...
Side 55
... Some fifty or a hundred lustrums hence , What was a monitor in George's days ? My very gentle reader , yet unborn , Of whom I needs must augur better things , Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive THE TIME - PIECE . 55.
... Some fifty or a hundred lustrums hence , What was a monitor in George's days ? My very gentle reader , yet unborn , Of whom I needs must augur better things , Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive THE TIME - PIECE . 55.
Side 56
William Cowper. Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like ours , A monitor is wood - plank shaven thin . We wear it at our backs . There , closely brac'd And neatly fitted , it compresses hard The ...
William Cowper. Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world Productive only of a race like ours , A monitor is wood - plank shaven thin . We wear it at our backs . There , closely brac'd And neatly fitted , it compresses hard The ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy Fantastick fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human INNER TEMPLE JOSEPH HILL labour learn'd less live lost lyre magick Mighty winds mind musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud prove publick rapture rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 162 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Side 50 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
Side 156 - At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Side 250 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep...
Side 161 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes and more than half suppressed.
Side 39 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Side 161 - The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon, Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Side 103 - He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. O Winter, ruler of th...
Side 27 - Whom call we gay? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay — the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he.