PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 sidor |
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... looks on ; If monarchy consist in such base things , Sighing , I say again , I pity kings ! To be suspected , thwarted , and withstood , Even when he labours for his country's good ; To see a band , called patriot for no cause , But ...
... looks on ; If monarchy consist in such base things , Sighing , I say again , I pity kings ! To be suspected , thwarted , and withstood , Even when he labours for his country's good ; To see a band , called patriot for no cause , But ...
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... not much revered , Is seldom felt , though sometimes seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not 6 TABLE TALK .
... not much revered , Is seldom felt , though sometimes seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away . Born in a climate softer far than our's , Not 6 TABLE TALK .
Sida 9
... look his master in the face ; When the rude rabble's watch - word was --- destroy , And blazing London seemed a second ... looks gave law . His speech , his form , his action , full of grace , And all his country beaming in his face , He ...
... look his master in the face ; When the rude rabble's watch - word was --- destroy , And blazing London seemed a second ... looks gave law . His speech , his form , his action , full of grace , And all his country beaming in his face , He ...
Sida 13
... looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers ; And armed with strength surpassing human powers , Seizes events as yet unknown to man , And darts his soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the ...
... looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers ; And armed with strength surpassing human powers , Seizes events as yet unknown to man , And darts his soul into the dawning plan . Hence , in a Roman mouth , the ...
Sida 17
... look upon their like again . A. Are we then left --- B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . While servile trick and ...
... look upon their like again . A. Are we then left --- B . Not wholly in the dark ; Wit now and then , struck smartly , shows a spark , Sufficient to redeem the modern race From total night and absolute disgrace . While servile trick and ...
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Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath cause charms dæmons deem delight distant divine docet dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flower folly frown give glory grace hand happy hast heard heart heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seems shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Weston Underwood WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Sida 328 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Sida 387 - 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...
Sida 150 - 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. 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,...
Sida 387 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes; 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; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Sida 387 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Sida 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Sida 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Sida 388 - 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 at thy side.
Sida 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Sida 196 - Were shattered 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 seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.