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... learn'd , dispassionate and free ; Free from the wayward bias bigots feel , From fancy's influence , and intemp❜rate zeal : But above all , ( or let the wretch refrain , Nor touch the page he cannot but profane , ) Free from the ...
... learn'd , dispassionate and free ; Free from the wayward bias bigots feel , From fancy's influence , and intemp❜rate zeal : But above all , ( or let the wretch refrain , Nor touch the page he cannot but profane , ) Free from the ...
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... learn'd before , Had shed immortal glories on your brow , That all your virtues cannot purchase now . All joy to the believer ! He can speak- Trembling yet happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot ...
... learn'd before , Had shed immortal glories on your brow , That all your virtues cannot purchase now . All joy to the believer ! He can speak- Trembling yet happy , confident yet meek . Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot ...
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... learn'd in scenes of woe . But man is frail , and can but ill sustain A long immunity from grief and pain ; And after all the joys that Plenty leads , With tiptoe step Vice silently succeeds . When he that rul'd them with a shepherd's ...
... learn'd in scenes of woe . But man is frail , and can but ill sustain A long immunity from grief and pain ; And after all the joys that Plenty leads , With tiptoe step Vice silently succeeds . When he that rul'd them with a shepherd's ...
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... learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth still sacred , and believ'd of old , That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest , and that the battle is the Lord's ? That courage is his creature ; and dismay The post , that at ...
... learn'd , what thou art often told , A truth still sacred , and believ'd of old , That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest , and that the battle is the Lord's ? That courage is his creature ; and dismay The post , that at ...
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... learn'd to steal no more . Well spake the prophet , Let the desert sing , Where sprang the thorn , the spiry fir shall spring , And where unsightly and rank thistles grew , Shall grow the myrtle and luxuriant yew . Go now , and with ...
... learn'd to steal no more . Well spake the prophet , Let the desert sing , Where sprang the thorn , the spiry fir shall spring , And where unsightly and rank thistles grew , Shall grow the myrtle and luxuriant yew . Go now , and with ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human int'rest John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never NOSEGAY nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Seite 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Seite 335 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Seite 408 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Seite 398 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such?
Seite 334 - 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.
Seite 398 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Seite 340 - On the whole it appears, and my argument shows With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side, (as a lawyer knows how) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one IF or BUT — That, whenever the Nose put...
Seite 193 - Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Seite 400 - 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.
Seite 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.