Poems, Volume 1J. Johnson and Company, 1812 |
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Pagina 4
... To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine , Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will TABLE TALK .
... To sheath it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; Blest country , where these kingly glories shine , Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe Will TABLE TALK .
Pagina 11
... never feel the alacrity and joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free . Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , Less on TABLE TALK .
... never feel the alacrity and joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive le Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free . Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , Less on TABLE TALK .
Pagina 13
... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , Guards well what arts and industry have ...
... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , Guards well what arts and industry have ...
Pagina 18
... . ' Tis not , however , insolence and noise , The tempest of tumultuary joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay , Will win her visits , or engage her stay ; Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , Can call 18 TABLE TALK .
... . ' Tis not , however , insolence and noise , The tempest of tumultuary joys , Nor is it yet despondence and dismay , Will win her visits , or engage her stay ; Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , Can call 18 TABLE TALK .
Pagina 20
... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ...
... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl'd ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
beams beneath bids blasphemy blest bliss boast breast call'd charms courser dark dear deed deist 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 God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest JOHN GILPIN joys land light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night NOSEGAY 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
Populaire passages
Pagina 352 - Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed.
Pagina 358 - 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.
Pagina 350 - That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear." John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
Pagina 354 - Were shatter'd 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...
Pagina 265 - 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.
Pagina 359 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. • But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Pagina 330 - 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 353 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all ; And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!
Pagina 310 - Still in thought as free as ever, What are England's rights I ask, Me from my delights to sever, Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion, Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
Pagina 357 - What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?' Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke: 'I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — They are upon the road.