Poems, Τόμος 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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Σελίδα 14
... Seems funk , and fhorten'd to its topmoft boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler fome , And of a wannish grey ; the willow fuch , And poplar , that with filver lines his leaf , And ...
... Seems funk , and fhorten'd to its topmoft boughs . No tree in all the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler fome , And of a wannish grey ; the willow fuch , And poplar , that with filver lines his leaf , And ...
Σελίδα 17
... seems to fwing uncertain , and yet falls Full on the deftin'd ear . Wide flies the chaff . The ruftling ftraw fends up a frequent mist Of atoms , fparkling in the noon - day beam . Come hither , ye that press your beds of down , And ...
... seems to fwing uncertain , and yet falls Full on the deftin'd ear . Wide flies the chaff . The ruftling ftraw fends up a frequent mist Of atoms , fparkling in the noon - day beam . Come hither , ye that press your beds of down , And ...
Σελίδα 18
William Cowper. Thrives by the rude concuffion of the ftorm : He seems indeed indignant , and to feel Th ' impreffion of the blaft with proud difdain , Frowning , as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder : but the monarch owes ...
William Cowper. Thrives by the rude concuffion of the ftorm : He seems indeed indignant , and to feel Th ' impreffion of the blaft with proud difdain , Frowning , as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder : but the monarch owes ...
Σελίδα 45
... Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy fake . Such evil fin hath wrought ; and such a flame Kindled in heaven , that it burns down to earth , And , in the furious inqueft that it makes On God's behalf , lays wafte his fairest works . The ...
... Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy fake . Such evil fin hath wrought ; and such a flame Kindled in heaven , that it burns down to earth , And , in the furious inqueft that it makes On God's behalf , lays wafte his fairest works . The ...
Σελίδα 66
... seems With an old tavern quill , is hungry yet ! The rout is folly's circle , which the draws With magic wand . So potent is the fpell , That none , decoy'd into that fatal ring , Unless by heaven's peculiar grace , escape . There we ...
... seems With an old tavern quill , is hungry yet ! The rout is folly's circle , which the draws With magic wand . So potent is the fpell , That none , decoy'd into that fatal ring , Unless by heaven's peculiar grace , escape . There we ...
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againſt becauſe beneath beſt boaſt caufe cauſe cloſe courſe dæmons defign diftant dream earth eaſe Elfe elſe eſcape ev'n ev'ry facred fafe faft fame fcenes feed feek feel feem ferve fhade fhall fhine fhould fhow fide figh fight filent fince firft firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fome fong foon form'd foul ftand ftill ftream fuch fweet grace happineſs heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe itſelf John Gilpin juft juſt laft laſt leaft leaſt lefs leſs loft loſe meaſure mind miſchief moft moſt mufic muft muſt nature never o'er once pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purpoſe reft reſt ſcene ſchools ſeems ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhow ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſport ſpot ſpread ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet tafte taſk thee thefe their's themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand truth uſe virtue wafte whofe whoſe wind wiſdom worth
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Σελίδα 327 - 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.
Σελίδα 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Σελίδα 119 - tis the twanging horn ! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Σελίδα 335 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Σελίδα 40 - As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Σελίδα 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Σελίδα 34 - 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 threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Σελίδα 56 - 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.
Σελίδα 189 - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...
Σελίδα 333 - The bottles twain, behind his back, 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...