The Borough: A Poem, in Twenty-four LettersJ. Hatchard, 1810 - Всего страниц: 347 |
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... soul : and there still remains the same wretched jargon , composed of scriptural language , debased by vul- gar expressions , which has a kind of mystic in- fluence on the minds of the ignorant . It will be * Methodists and Papists ...
... soul : and there still remains the same wretched jargon , composed of scriptural language , debased by vul- gar expressions , which has a kind of mystic in- fluence on the minds of the ignorant . It will be * Methodists and Papists ...
Стр. xliv
... soliciting appetite , for a conquest over that enemy of souls ; thus perpetually administer- ing fresh food for enthusiastic delight , and new triumph for spiritual pride . xlv CONTENTS . LETTER 1 , General Description 2. The xliv.
... soliciting appetite , for a conquest over that enemy of souls ; thus perpetually administer- ing fresh food for enthusiastic delight , and new triumph for spiritual pride . xlv CONTENTS . LETTER 1 , General Description 2. The xliv.
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... Souls escap'd . He once had Hope - Hope ardent , lively , light ; His Feelings pleasant , and his Prospects bright ; Eager of fame , he read , he thought , he wrote , Weigh'd the Greek - page , and added Note on Note ; At morn , at ...
... Souls escap'd . He once had Hope - Hope ardent , lively , light ; His Feelings pleasant , and his Prospects bright ; Eager of fame , he read , he thought , he wrote , Weigh'd the Greek - page , and added Note on Note ; At morn , at ...
Стр. 50
... Soul retir'd ; " Revenge and Anger in these cells expir'd ; " By Pity sooth'd , Remorse lost half her fears , " And soften'd Pride dropt penitential tears . " Then Convent - Walls and Nunnery - Spires arose , " In pleasant spots which ...
... Soul retir'd ; " Revenge and Anger in these cells expir'd ; " By Pity sooth'd , Remorse lost half her fears , " And soften'd Pride dropt penitential tears . " Then Convent - Walls and Nunnery - Spires arose , " In pleasant spots which ...
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... Soul on Earth , by crime and folly stain'd , When here correcte , has Improvement gain'd ; In other State still more improv'd to grow , And nobler Powers in happier World to know ; New strength to use in each divine employ , And , more ...
... Soul on Earth , by crime and folly stain'd , When here correcte , has Improvement gain'd ; In other State still more improv'd to grow , And nobler Powers in happier World to know ; New strength to use in each divine employ , And , more ...
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Стр. 11 - Upon the Billows rising — all the Deep Is restless change ; the Waves so swell'd and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells : But nearer Land you may the Billows trace, As if contending in their watery chace ; May watch the mightiest till the Shoal they reach, Then break and hurry to their utmost stretch ; Curl'd as they come, they strike with furious force, And then re-flowing, take their grating course, Raking the rounded Flints, which ages...
Стр. 27 - twas her proper care. Here will she come, and on the grave will sit, Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit; But if observer pass, will take her round, And careless seem, for she would not be found; Then go again, and thus her hour employ, While visions please her, and while woes destroy.
Стр. 26 - But she has treasured, and she loves them all ; When in her way she meets them, they appear Peculiar people — death has made them dear. He named his friend, but then his hand she prest, And fondly whisper'd, " Thou must go to rest ;"
Стр. 332 - The timid girls, half dreading their design, Dip the small foot in the retarded brine, And search for crimson weeds, which spreading flow., Or lie like pictures on the sand below ; With all those bright red pebbles, that the sun Through the small waves so softly shines upon...
Стр. 26 - Apart, she sigh'd; alone, she shed the tear; Then, as if breaking from a cloud, she gave Fresh light, and gilt the prospect of the grave. One day he lighter seem'd, and they forgot The care, the dread, the anguish of their lot; They spoke with cheerfulness, and seem'd to think, Yet said not so — 'Perhaps he will not sink'.
Стр. 65 - Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,— ALL God save your majesty! CADE I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Стр. 10 - Then the broad bosom of the ocean keeps An equal motion; swelling as it sleeps, Then slowly sinking; curling to the strand, Faint, lazy waves o'ercreep the ridgy sand, Or tap the tarry boat with gentle blow, And back return in silence, smooth and slow.
Стр. 15 - In-shore their passage tribes of Sea-gulls urge, And drop for prey within the sweeping surge ; Oft in the rough opposing blast they fly Far back, then turn, and all their force apply, While to the storm they give their weak complaining cry ; Or clap the sleek white pinion to the breast, And in the restless ocean dip for rest.
Стр. 245 - That giant-building, that high-bounding wall, Those bare-worn walks, that lofty thund'ring hall ! That large loud clock, which tolls each dreaded hour, Those gates and locks, and all those signs of power : It is a prison, with a milder name, Which few inhabit without dread or shame.