Poems, Volym 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... feeding at the eye , * And still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The diftant plough flow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy fwain ...
... feeding at the eye , * And still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The diftant plough flow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy fwain ...
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... feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look , And tender in addrefs , as well becomes A meffenger of grace to guilty men . Behold the picture ! -Is it like ? -Like whom ? The things that mount the roftrum with a skip , And then skip ...
... feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look , And tender in addrefs , as well becomes A meffenger of grace to guilty men . Behold the picture ! -Is it like ? -Like whom ? The things that mount the roftrum with a skip , And then skip ...
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... feed ? Or does the tomb take all ? If he furvive His afhes , where ? and in what weal or woe ? Knots worthy of folution , which alone . A Deity could folve . Their answers , vague , And all at random , fabulous , and dark , Left them as ...
... feed ? Or does the tomb take all ? If he furvive His afhes , where ? and in what weal or woe ? Knots worthy of folution , which alone . A Deity could folve . Their answers , vague , And all at random , fabulous , and dark , Left them as ...
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... feed exceffes fhe can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlacquey'd ; who , in hafte Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at the watchman's lantern borrowing light , Finds a cold bed her only comfort left . Wives beggar ...
... feed exceffes fhe can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlacquey'd ; who , in hafte Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at the watchman's lantern borrowing light , Finds a cold bed her only comfort left . Wives beggar ...
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... feeds . - The country preferable to the town even in the winter - Reafons why it is deferted at that feafon . - Ruinous effects of gaming and of expen- five improvement . - Book concludes with an apof- trophe to the metropolis . THE ...
... feeds . - The country preferable to the town even in the winter - Reafons why it is deferted at that feafon . - Ruinous effects of gaming and of expen- five improvement . - Book concludes with an apof- trophe to the metropolis . THE ...
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1800 |
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Sida 327 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Sida 40 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Sida 119 - tis the twanging horn ! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Sida 335 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
Sida 40 - As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Sida 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Sida 34 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Sida 56 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Sida 189 - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...
Sida 333 - The bottles twain, behind his back, 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...