Poems, Volym 1John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 sidor |
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... seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's drooping flow'rs ; Unwelcome vapours ...
... seek it in his climate and his frame . Lib'ral in all things else , yet Nature here With stern severity deals out the year . Winter invades the spring , and often pours A chilling flood on summer's drooping flow'rs ; Unwelcome vapours ...
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... seek the distant plain ? No. His high mettle , under good control , Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts , Not skulk or put on a ...
... seek the distant plain ? No. His high mettle , under good control , Gives him Olympic speed , and shoots him to the goal . Let Discipline employ her wholesome arts ; Let magistrates alert perform their parts , Not skulk or put on a ...
Sida 37
... 'd Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him devious from the path of truth ; Hourly allurements on his passions press , Safe in themselves THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR . 37.
... 'd Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him devious from the path of truth ; Hourly allurements on his passions press , Safe in themselves THE PROGRESS OF ERROUR . 37.
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... seek Mercy is infinite , and man is weak ; The future shall obliterate the past , - And Heav'n no doubt shall be their home at last . Come then - a still , small whisper in your ear- He has no hope who never had a fear ; And he that ...
... seek Mercy is infinite , and man is weak ; The future shall obliterate the past , - And Heav'n no doubt shall be their home at last . Come then - a still , small whisper in your ear- He has no hope who never had a fear ; And he that ...
Sida 81
... 'd , The thousands whom the world forbids to rest , Where should they find , ( those comforts at an end The Scripture yields ) or hope to find , a friend ? VOL . I. G Sorrow might muse herself to madness then , And seeking TRUTH . 81.
... 'd , The thousands whom the world forbids to rest , Where should they find , ( those comforts at an end The Scripture yields ) or hope to find , a friend ? VOL . I. G Sorrow might muse herself to madness then , And seeking TRUTH . 81.
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast breast call'd catch a fire Charity charms Clodio deed delight design'd divine dream Earth eternal ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fatal egg fear feel fire flow'rs folly fool form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour immortal song int'rest JOHN SHARPE joys knows land learn'd light lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never Nose o'er once palæstra Paul of Tarsus peace pity plac'd plain pleasure poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride prove quit the forest sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shine sight skies 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 virtue waste Whate'er wild wisdom youth zeal
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Sida 333 - Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt when he set out, Of running such a rig. 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 screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done!
Sida 332 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Sida 248 - 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.
Sida 300 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the self-same power divine Taught you to sing, and me to shine; That you with music, I with light, Might beautify and cheer the night.
Sida 59 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew...
Sida 246 - Solitude, where are the charms, That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Sida 332 - Fair and softly," John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Sida 341 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Sida 126 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Sida 334 - 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 ! As loud as he could bawl.