Poems, Volume 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The foft fettee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So fit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens who take the air ...
... sweet moan with pity , and devis'd The foft fettee ; one elbow at each end , And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd , United yet divided , twain at once . So fit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; And fo two citizens who take the air ...
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... Sweet fleep enjoys the curate in his desk , t The tedious rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the clerk below . But neither fleep Of lazy nurse , who fnores the fick man dead , Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour To flumber ...
... Sweet fleep enjoys the curate in his desk , t The tedious rector drawling o'er his head ; And sweet the clerk below . But neither fleep Of lazy nurse , who fnores the fick man dead , Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour To flumber ...
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... , lose themselves at length In matted grafs , that with a livelier green Betrays the fecret of their filent course . Nature inanimate employs sweet founds , But animated nature sweeter ftill , To footh and fatisfy BOOK I. 9 THE SOFA .
... , lose themselves at length In matted grafs , that with a livelier green Betrays the fecret of their filent course . Nature inanimate employs sweet founds , But animated nature sweeter ftill , To footh and fatisfy BOOK I. 9 THE SOFA .
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... sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy - laden , brings his bev'rage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor feldom waits , Dependant on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking ...
... sweet waters of the crystal well ; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch , And , heavy - laden , brings his bev'rage home , Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor feldom waits , Dependant on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking ...
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... sweet Nature ev'ry sense . The air falubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And mufic of her woods - no works of man May rival thefe ; thefe all befpeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclufively her own ...
... sweet Nature ev'ry sense . The air falubrious of her lofty hills , The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales , And mufic of her woods - no works of man May rival thefe ; thefe all befpeak a pow'r Peculiar , and exclufively her own ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...