Poems, Том 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... what were better cast away- The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they , that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake : - Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing ...
... what were better cast away- The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they , that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake : - Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing ...
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... what you teach , Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others ...
... what you teach , Mean you to prophesy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind , that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts , and can command the lyre , Acts with a force , and kindles with a zeal , Whate'er the theme , that others ...
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... whate'er is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And ev'ry effort ends in pushpin play . The ...
... whate'er is writ , The substitute for genius , sense , and wit . To dally much with subjects mean and low Proves that the mind is weak , or makes it so . Neglected talents rust into decay , And ev'ry effort ends in pushpin play . The ...
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... Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n , assume the lyre , And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal music on his tongue ...
... Whate'er we write , we bring forth nothing new . " Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire , Touch'd with a coal from Heav'n , assume the lyre , And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal music on his tongue ...
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... er they tread , Such as , when legible , were never read , But , being canker'd now and half worn out , Craze ... whatever cause His great improvement and new light he draws , The squire , once bashful , is shamefac'd no more , But teems ...
... er they tread , Such as , when legible , were never read , But , being canker'd now and half worn out , Craze ... whatever cause His great improvement and new light he draws , The squire , once bashful , is shamefac'd no more , But teems ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser dark dear deeds delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory GLOW-WORM God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night nymph o'er once pain pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er wisdom wrath zeal
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Стр. 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Стр. 320 - And still, as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.
Стр. 323 - 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." Said John, — " It is my wedding-day,. And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware.
Стр. 316 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. ' I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Calender, Will lend his horse to go.
Стр. 323 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Стр. 228 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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.
Стр. 227 - Ye winds ! that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Стр. 162 - The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough ; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff— and speak, and pause again. Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers ! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex, whose presence civilizes ours...
Стр. 290 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Стр. 322 - 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. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.