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William Cowper. Miss Hamilton The donor presents , with this little volume his kindest respects , and hopes , if ever he meets Mifer M. 4 very again , that their short acquaintance may be renewed . POEMS BY WILLIAM COWPER , ESQ . At once ...
William Cowper. Miss Hamilton The donor presents , with this little volume his kindest respects , and hopes , if ever he meets Mifer M. 4 very again , that their short acquaintance may be renewed . POEMS BY WILLIAM COWPER , ESQ . At once ...
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... , in whom the sight of the author's name will awaken a recollection of inci- dents and scenes , which through length of time they had almost forgotten . They will be reminded of one , who was once the companion of their chosen.
... , in whom the sight of the author's name will awaken a recollection of inci- dents and scenes , which through length of time they had almost forgotten . They will be reminded of one , who was once the companion of their chosen.
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... once were , before we can believe that a man is satisfied with himself , merely because he endeavours to appear so . A smile upon the face is often but a mask worn occasionally , and in company , to prevent , if possible a suspicion of ...
... once were , before we can believe that a man is satisfied with himself , merely because he endeavours to appear so . A smile upon the face is often but a mask worn occasionally , and in company , to prevent , if possible a suspicion of ...
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... But , if Authority grow wanton , woe To him that treads upon his free - born toe ; One step beyond the boundary of the laws Fires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud Prerogative , not much revered , Is seldom 6 TABLE TALK .
... But , if Authority grow wanton , woe To him that treads upon his free - born toe ; One step beyond the boundary of the laws Fires him at once in Freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud Prerogative , not much revered , Is seldom 6 TABLE TALK .
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... Once Chatham saved thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along All that should be the boast of British song . " Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee ...
... Once Chatham saved thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along All that should be the boast of British song . " Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee ...
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Æsop Aspasio beneath betimes bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms delight design'd distant divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour JOHN GILPIN labour land learn'd life's light live lost lyre mankind mercy mind mounted best muse nature never nymph o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shame shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue tremble trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste whate'er wind wisdom wisely store wonder worth youth
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Side 371 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Side 206 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well. The youth did ride and soon did meet John coming back amain ; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Side 201 - Were never folks so glad ; The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again...
Side 202 - His long red cloak, well brushed 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 203 - Were shatter'd 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...
Side 259 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
Side 338 - 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 205 - 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 381 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Side 205 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, " Or why you come at all ?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : "I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — • They are upon the road.