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... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayest style , Like regimental coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayest style , Like regimental coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
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... o'er his woes ; The dying trembling at the awful close ; Where the betray'd , forsaken , and oppress'd ; The thousands whom the world forbids to rest ; Where should they find ( those comforts at an end , The Scripture yields ) , or hope ...
... o'er his woes ; The dying trembling at the awful close ; Where the betray'd , forsaken , and oppress'd ; The thousands whom the world forbids to rest ; Where should they find ( those comforts at an end , The Scripture yields ) , or hope ...
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... o'er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive false good , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Closing at last in darkness and despair . The poor , inured to drudgery and distress , Act without aim , think little , and ...
... o'er a restless flood , A vain pursuit of fugitive false good , A scene of fancied bliss and heartfelt care , Closing at last in darkness and despair . The poor , inured to drudgery and distress , Act without aim , think little , and ...
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... o'er his charge , Their fleece his pillow , and his weekly drawl , Though short , too long , the price he pays for all , If lawyer , loud whatever cause he plead , But proudest of the worst , if that succeed . Perhaps a grave physician ...
... o'er his charge , Their fleece his pillow , and his weekly drawl , Though short , too long , the price he pays for all , If lawyer , loud whatever cause he plead , But proudest of the worst , if that succeed . Perhaps a grave physician ...
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... o'er arctic seas to roam ; Is hope exotic ? grows it not at home ? Yes , but an object , bright as orient morn , May press the eye too closely to be borne ; A distant virtue we can all confess , It hurts our pride , and moves our envy ...
... o'er arctic seas to roam ; Is hope exotic ? grows it not at home ? Yes , but an object , bright as orient morn , May press the eye too closely to be borne ; A distant virtue we can all confess , It hurts our pride , and moves our envy ...
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Aspasio bard beneath blest boast bosom breast breath call'd CATHARINE SHAWE charms Cowper dear death delight divine dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire fix'd flowers folly form'd give glory grace groves hand happy hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope Jean Jacques Rousseau John Throckmorton labour light live Lord lyre mind muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymphs o'er once pain Parnassian pass'd peace Phoebus pity pleasure poet praise prove rest rills sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine shore sigh sight skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound stamp'd stout spurs stream sweet taste tears thee theme thine thou art thought Thracian toil trembling truth Twas verse vex'd VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste Westminster School whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wonder youth
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Side 176 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark, So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Side 191 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Side 29 - 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 98 - Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee, and adore ; Oh ! for grace to love thee more.
Side 108 - GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband 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.
Side 191 - And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Side 52 - 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 76 - The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village, busied as they went In musings worthy of the great event : They spake of him they loved, of him whose life. Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife. Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
Side 47 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace.
Side 90 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.