Poems,C. Whittingham. : Sold by R. Jennings ... London., 1817 |
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... proved Too weak for those decisive blows that once Ensured us mastery there , we yet retain Some small pre - eminence ; we justly boast At least superior jockeyship , and claim The honours of the turf as all our own ! Go then , well ...
... proved Too weak for those decisive blows that once Ensured us mastery there , we yet retain Some small pre - eminence ; we justly boast At least superior jockeyship , and claim The honours of the turf as all our own ! Go then , well ...
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... proved too weak To bind the roving appetite , and lead Blind nature to a God not yet revealed . " Tis revelation satisfies all doubts , Explains all mysteries , except her own , And so illuminates the path of life , That fools discover ...
... proved too weak To bind the roving appetite , and lead Blind nature to a God not yet revealed . " Tis revelation satisfies all doubts , Explains all mysteries , except her own , And so illuminates the path of life , That fools discover ...
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... prove its use Sovereign and most effectual to secure A form , not now gymnastic as of yore , From rickets and distortion , else our lot . But , thus admonished , we can walk erect- One proof at least of manhood ! while the friend Sticks ...
... prove its use Sovereign and most effectual to secure A form , not now gymnastic as of yore , From rickets and distortion , else our lot . But , thus admonished , we can walk erect- One proof at least of manhood ! while the friend Sticks ...
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... prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false -- I feel my heart Dissolve in pity , and account the learned , If this be learning , most of all deceived . Great crimes alarm the conscience , but it sleeps , While thoughtful ...
... prove it in th ' infallible result So hollow and so false -- I feel my heart Dissolve in pity , and account the learned , If this be learning , most of all deceived . Great crimes alarm the conscience , but it sleeps , While thoughtful ...
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... prove now if it be not blood Congenial with thine own : and , if it be , What edge of subtilty canst thou suppose Keen enough , wise and skilful as thou art , To cut the link of brotherhood , by which One common Maker bound me to the ...
... prove now if it be not blood Congenial with thine own : and , if it be , What edge of subtilty canst thou suppose Keen enough , wise and skilful as thou art , To cut the link of brotherhood , by which One common Maker bound me to the ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bound breath cause charms Chiswick dæmons death deem delight distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flower folly fountain of eternal give glory grace grave hand happy hare hast heard heart heaven honour human JOSEPH HILL labour less liberty live lost lyre March 9 mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian powdered coat praise prize proud prove Puss quake rapture rest rude rural sacred scene scorn seek seems shade shine silent clock skies sleep sloth smile smooth song soon soul sound sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought Tiney toil truth twas virtue walnut shade waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 117 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers : his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all.
Página 199 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Página 74 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy, Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks, Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet With tears that trickled down the writer's cheeks Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains Or nymphs responsive, equally affect His horse and him,...
Página 52 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
Página 117 - There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared...
Página 98 - The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Página 197 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Página 56 - Philosophy baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love Has eyes indeed ; and viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives Him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Página 165 - Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd, not yet destroy'd ; The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot ; As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Página 74 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.