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Pagina 26
... wonder and applause , Even on the fools that trampled on their laws . But he ( his mufical finesse was such , So nice his ear , fo delicate his touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature ...
... wonder and applause , Even on the fools that trampled on their laws . But he ( his mufical finesse was such , So nice his ear , fo delicate his touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature ...
Pagina 37
William Cowper. Himself a wanderer from the narrow way , His filly sheep what wonder if they ftray ? Go , caft your orders at your Bishop's feet , Send your dishonoured gown to Monmouth - ftreet ! The facred function in your hands is ...
William Cowper. Himself a wanderer from the narrow way , His filly sheep what wonder if they ftray ? Go , caft your orders at your Bishop's feet , Send your dishonoured gown to Monmouth - ftreet ! The facred function in your hands is ...
Pagina 73
... wonder in his features mixed , His paffions tamed and all at his controul , How perfect the composure of his foul ; Complacency has breathed a gentle gale Over all his thoughts , and fwelled his easy fail : His books well trimmed and in ...
... wonder in his features mixed , His paffions tamed and all at his controul , How perfect the composure of his foul ; Complacency has breathed a gentle gale Over all his thoughts , and fwelled his easy fail : His books well trimmed and in ...
Pagina 87
... wonder , and with daring tongue Blafphemed the authority from which it sprung . They knew by fure prognoftics seen on high , The future tone and temper of the sky ; But , grave diffemblers ! could not understand That fin let loose ...
... wonder , and with daring tongue Blafphemed the authority from which it sprung . They knew by fure prognoftics seen on high , The future tone and temper of the sky ; But , grave diffemblers ! could not understand That fin let loose ...
Pagina 162
... wonder , as we gazing stand below , That brass and fteel should make so fine a show ; But though we praise the exact defigner's skill , Account them implements of mischief still . No works shall find acceptance in that day , When all ...
... wonder , as we gazing stand below , That brass and fteel should make so fine a show ; But though we praise the exact defigner's skill , Account them implements of mischief still . No works shall find acceptance in that day , When all ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
abuſe againſt aſk bleffings bleft blifs breaft caufe cauſe charms Chriftian clofe cloſe courſe defign defire deſpair diftant divine dream earth eaſe Elfe eyes facred fafe faft fame faſhion fave fcene fcorn fcripture fear feek feem fenfe fhall fhining fide filent firſt fmile fome fong foon forrow foul ftand ftill ftream fuch fure fweet glory grace guife heart heaven himſelf intereft itſelf joys juft laft laſt lefs loft luft mind moft moſt mufe muft muſt never paffion peace pleaſe pleaſure poet's poffeffed praiſe pride purpoſe purſue raiſed reafon reft ſcene ſeem ſeen ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhort ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſuch ſupplied ſweet tafte taſk thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand treaſure truth uſe VINCENT BOURNE virtue wafte whofe whoſe wiſdom Worfe
Populaire passages
Pagina 331 - 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.
Pagina 330 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Pagina 169 - The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, (For opposition gives opinion strength) Divert the champions prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably disposed to death.
Pagina 244 - 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 ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Pagina 326 - JOHN 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.
Pagina 288 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Pagina 296 - 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...
Pagina 332 - 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!
Pagina 308 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Pagina 245 - 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.