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... With close fidelity and love unfeigned To keep the matrimonial bond unstained ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw B2 TABLE TALK .
... With close fidelity and love unfeigned To keep the matrimonial bond unstained ; Covetous only of a virtuous praise ; His life a lesson to the land he sways ; To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw B2 TABLE TALK .
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William Cowper. To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ...
William Cowper. To touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ...
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... touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if liberty be there ; And I will sing at liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime , or India's fiercest ...
... touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if liberty be there ; And I will sing at liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime , or India's fiercest ...
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... touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature imparting her satiric gift , Her serious mirth , to Arbuthnot and Swift , With droll sobriety they raised a smile At folly's cost , themselves ...
... touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature imparting her satiric gift , Her serious mirth , to Arbuthnot and Swift , With droll sobriety they raised a smile At folly's cost , themselves ...
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... and all prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself too scantily supplied Need help , let C 6 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR . 35.
... and all prove That virtue has a title to your love . Have you no touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself too scantily supplied Need help , let C 6 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR . 35.
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beams beneath bids blasphemy blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear deeds deist delight divine dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Inner Temple JOHN GILPIN joys land learned light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night NOSEGAY nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize prove Rome rude sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wonder wrong zeal
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Side 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, "The wine is left behind!" "Good lack!" quoth he — "yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Side 277 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Side 279 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.
Side 246 - All sustain'd by patience, taught us Only by a broken heart ; Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Side 275 - 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 not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Side 274 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, 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 278 - 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 281 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come,
Side 216 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Side 207 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.