The Task: A Poem. In Six Books. To which is Added, Tirocinium: Or, A Review of SchoolsThomas Dobson, bookseller, in Second-Street, second door above Chesnut-Street, 1787 - 186 sider |
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... to which his fituation and turn of mind led him , brought forth , at length , instead of the trifle which he at first intend- ed , a serious affair - a Volume . 1 ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK . - Hiftorical deduction Miss H. E. E. Johnson.
... to which his fituation and turn of mind led him , brought forth , at length , instead of the trifle which he at first intend- ed , a serious affair - a Volume . 1 ARGUMENT OF THE FIRST BOOK . - Hiftorical deduction Miss H. E. E. Johnson.
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... turns thee pale With conflict of contending hopes and fears . But comes at laft the dull and dusky eve , And fends thee to thy cabbin , well - prepar'd To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait ...
... turns thee pale With conflict of contending hopes and fears . But comes at laft the dull and dusky eve , And fends thee to thy cabbin , well - prepar'd To dream all night of what the day denied . Alas ! expect it not . We found no bait ...
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... turns , Th ' expedients and inventions multiform , To which the mind reforts , in chace of terms , Though apt , yet coy , and difficult to win →→→ T ' arreft the fleeting images that fill The mirror of the mind , and hold them faft ...
... turns , Th ' expedients and inventions multiform , To which the mind reforts , in chace of terms , Though apt , yet coy , and difficult to win →→→ T ' arreft the fleeting images that fill The mirror of the mind , and hold them faft ...
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... Turns to the ftroke his adamantine fcales , That fear no discipline of human hands . The pulpit therefore ( and I name it , fill'd With folemn awe , that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing ) The pulpit ( when ...
... Turns to the ftroke his adamantine fcales , That fear no discipline of human hands . The pulpit therefore ( and I name it , fill'd With folemn awe , that bids me well beware With what intent I touch that holy thing ) The pulpit ( when ...
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... , dignifi'd and fapient fir , My man of morals , nurtur'd in the fhades Of Academus , is this falfe or true ? Is Chrifl the abler teacher , or the schools ? If If Chrift , then why refort at ev'ry turn To THE TIME - PIECE . 47.
... , dignifi'd and fapient fir , My man of morals , nurtur'd in the fhades Of Academus , is this falfe or true ? Is Chrifl the abler teacher , or the schools ? If If Chrift , then why refort at ev'ry turn To THE TIME - PIECE . 47.
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The Task: A Poem. in Six Books. to Which Is Added, Tirocinium: Or, a Review ... William Cowper Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
The Task: A Poem, in Six Books; To Which Is Added, Tirocinium, Or a Review ... William Cowper Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017 |
The Task: A Poem, in Six Books; To Which Is Added, Tirocinium, Or a Review ... William Cowper Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017 |
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Side 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Side 144 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Side 178 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain for us ! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Side 30 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Side 171 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Side 178 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Side 179 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase. Thy rams are there, *Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Side 43 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Side 27 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Side 29 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own...