Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 43
... ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honor , yet fearing to roam , The coachman was tipsey , the chariot drove home ...
... ne'er knew half the good that was in't ; The pupil of impulse , it forc'd him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ; Still aiming at honor , yet fearing to roam , The coachman was tipsey , the chariot drove home ...
Pagina 53
... ne'er come down To ravage in a country town ! Or Flavia been content to stop At triumphs in a Fleet - street shop . O had her eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze . O ! But let exclamation cease , Her presence banish'd ...
... ne'er come down To ravage in a country town ! Or Flavia been content to stop At triumphs in a Fleet - street shop . O had her eyes forgot to blaze ! Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze . O ! But let exclamation cease , Her presence banish'd ...
Pagina 57
... er plains they ramble unconfin'd , No politics disturb their mind ; They eat their meals , and take their sport ... ne'er go To folks at Pater - noster Row : No jugglers , fiddlers , dancing - masters , No C 2 THE LOGICIANS REFUTED .
... er plains they ramble unconfin'd , No politics disturb their mind ; They eat their meals , and take their sport ... ne'er go To folks at Pater - noster Row : No jugglers , fiddlers , dancing - masters , No C 2 THE LOGICIANS REFUTED .
Pagina 60
... ne'er so much awake before , That quickly they begin to snore . Add too , what certain writers tell , With this he drives men's souls to hell . Now to apply , begin we then : His wand's a modern author's pen ; The serpents round about ...
... ne'er so much awake before , That quickly they begin to snore . Add too , what certain writers tell , With this he drives men's souls to hell . Now to apply , begin we then : His wand's a modern author's pen ; The serpents round about ...
Pagina 61
... er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad ... ne'er see your graces , " As I hope to be sav'd ; without thinking on asses . " Edinburgh , 1753 . STANZAS ON WOMAN ...
... er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad ... ne'er see your graces , " As I hope to be sav'd ; without thinking on asses . " Edinburgh , 1753 . STANZAS ON WOMAN ...
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Pagina 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Pagina 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Pagina 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Pagina 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Pagina 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Pagina 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Pagina 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Pagina 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Pagina 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Pagina 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...