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... kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confess , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyse the air , nor catch The ...
... kind ? True ; I am no proficient , I confess , In arts like yours . I cannot call the swift And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds , And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ; I cannot analyse the air , nor catch The ...
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... kind to the poor brutes We persecute , annihilate the tribes That draw the sportsman över hill and dale , Fearless and rapt away from all his cares ; Should never game - fowl hatch her eggs again , Nor baited hook deceive the fish's eye ...
... kind to the poor brutes We persecute , annihilate the tribes That draw the sportsman över hill and dale , Fearless and rapt away from all his cares ; Should never game - fowl hatch her eggs again , Nor baited hook deceive the fish's eye ...
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... , breeding else Contagion , and disseminating death . Discharge but these kind offices ( and who Would spare , that loves them , offices like these ? ) Well they reward the toil . The sight is pleased B. III . 23 THE GARDEN .
... , breeding else Contagion , and disseminating death . Discharge but these kind offices ( and who Would spare , that loves them , offices like these ? ) Well they reward the toil . The sight is pleased B. III . 23 THE GARDEN .
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... kind , All healthful , are the employs of rural life , Reiterated as the wheel of time Runs round ; still ending and beginning still . Nor are these all . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd and gaily dress'd appears A ...
... kind , All healthful , are the employs of rural life , Reiterated as the wheel of time Runs round ; still ending and beginning still . Nor are these all . To deck the shapely knoll , That softly swell'd and gaily dress'd appears A ...
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... kind , And undebauch'd . But we have bid farewell To all the virtues of those better days , And all their honest pleasures . Mansions once Knew their own masters ; and laborious hinds , Who had survived the father , serv'd the son . Now ...
... kind , And undebauch'd . But we have bid farewell To all the virtues of those better days , And all their honest pleasures . Mansions once Knew their own masters ; and laborious hinds , Who had survived the father , serv'd the son . Now ...
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Æsop Aspasio beauty beneath bird blood divine boast breath call'd cause charms Countess Judith cup and ball death declension deem delight design'd divine Dodona dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fear feel flowers folly force form'd friendship give grace hand happy happy prisoners heard heart heaven honour hope human John Gilpin king labour learn'd less liberty life's live lost lyre mind mounted best muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once peace perhaps Pertenhall pleasure poet poet's possess'd praise prize prove rest scene seem'd shine side sigh sight sithe skies smile song soon soul sound stout spurs sweet taste tears thee theme thine thing thou art thou hast thought toil trees truth Twas verse virtue voice Waltheof WARREN HASTINGS wast winds winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Página 142 - And every soul cried out, 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...
Página 146 - 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.
Página 125 - 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.
Página 83 - One song employs all nations, and all cry, ' Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us ! ' The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy : Till nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Página 163 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss, Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Página 125 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 163 - All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may...
Página 140 - He grasp'd 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.
Página 163 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay, So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the shore 'Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Página 163 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it.