Poems, Volum 1John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 sider |
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Side vii
... truths , of which he received such deep and unalterable impres- sions in his maturer years . His satire , if it may be ... truth , beauty , and influence of the religion of the Bible - A religion , which , however discre- dited by the ...
... truths , of which he received such deep and unalterable impres- sions in his maturer years . His satire , if it may be ... truth , beauty , and influence of the religion of the Bible - A religion , which , however discre- dited by the ...
Side xi
... Truth Expostulation Hope .. Charity . Conversation . Retirement The Yearly Distress , or Tithing time at Stock in Essex Sonnet to Henry Cowper , Esq . Lines addressed to Dr..Darwin • 63 89 121 155 . 183 • 222 · 257 • 261 · 262 . 263 On ...
... Truth Expostulation Hope .. Charity . Conversation . Retirement The Yearly Distress , or Tithing time at Stock in Essex Sonnet to Henry Cowper , Esq . Lines addressed to Dr..Darwin • 63 89 121 155 . 183 • 222 · 257 • 261 · 262 . 263 On ...
Side 13
... truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty ! the pris'ner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ...
... truth , whate'er we call A blessing - freedom is the pledge of all . O Liberty ! the pris'ner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion , and his theme ; Genius is thine , and thou art Fancy's nurse ; Lost without thee th ...
Side 18
... truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the thunderbolt : If mercy then put by ...
... truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and justice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and down comes the thunderbolt : If mercy then put by ...
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... truth cut short to make a period round , I judg❜d a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it . Give me the line ...
... truth cut short to make a period round , I judg❜d a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it . Give me the line ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd catch a fire Charity charms Clodio deed delight design'd divine dream Earth eternal ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fatal egg fear feel fire flow'rs folly fool form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour immortal song int'rest JOHN SHARPE joys knows land learn'd light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never Nose o'er once palæstra Paul of Tarsus peace pity plac'd plain pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride prove quit the forest sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste Whate'er wild wisdom youth zeal
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Side 333 - Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. 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 screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Side 332 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Side 248 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! 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.
Side 300 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the self-same power divine Taught you to sing, and me to shine; That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night.
Side 59 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew...
Side 246 - 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.
Side 332 - 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 341 - 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...
Side 126 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Side 334 - 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 ev'ry soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.