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Side 46
... meets ; Till , sinking in the quicksand he defends , He dies disputing , and the contest ends- But not the mischiefs ; they , still left behind Like thistle - seeds , are sown by every wind . Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ...
... meets ; Till , sinking in the quicksand he defends , He dies disputing , and the contest ends- But not the mischiefs ; they , still left behind Like thistle - seeds , are sown by every wind . Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ...
Side 48
... meets you , no deception there . The spells and charms , that blinded you before , All vanish there , and fascinate no more . I am no preacher , let this hint suffice- The cross once seen is death to every vice : Else he that hung there ...
... meets you , no deception there . The spells and charms , that blinded you before , All vanish there , and fascinate no more . I am no preacher , let this hint suffice- The cross once seen is death to every vice : Else he that hung there ...
Side 54
... meet with theirs ; Your portion is with them - Nay , never frown , But , if you please , some fathoms lower down . Artist attend - your brushes and your paint-- Produce them - take a chair - now draw a Saint . Oh sorrowful and sad ! the ...
... meet with theirs ; Your portion is with them - Nay , never frown , But , if you please , some fathoms lower down . Artist attend - your brushes and your paint-- Produce them - take a chair - now draw a Saint . Oh sorrowful and sad ! the ...
Side 63
... felon knife . The jury meet , the coroner is short , And lunacy the verdict of the court ; Reverse the sentence , let the truth be known , Such lunacy is ignorance alone : They knew not , what some bishops may not know TRUTH . 63.
... felon knife . The jury meet , the coroner is short , And lunacy the verdict of the court ; Reverse the sentence , let the truth be known , Such lunacy is ignorance alone : They knew not , what some bishops may not know TRUTH . 63.
Side 65
... yon harlot wooing all she meets , The worn out nuisance of the public streets , Herself from morn to night , from night to morn , Her own abhorrence , and as much your scorn ; The gracious shower , unlimited and free , Shall fall TRUTH .
... yon harlot wooing all she meets , The worn out nuisance of the public streets , Herself from morn to night , from night to morn , Her own abhorrence , and as much your scorn ; The gracious shower , unlimited and free , Shall fall TRUTH .
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beams beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear declension deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly fools frown Gilpin give glory 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 proud prove Rome 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 zeal
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Side 277 - 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 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd 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.
Side 207 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Side 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Side 280 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Side 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Side 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Side 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Side 209 - 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Side 283 - 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.