Poems, Volume 2J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... earth ; and , plotting in the dark , ' Toils much to earn a monumental pile , That may record the mischiefs he has done . The fummit gain'd , behold the proud alcove That crowns it ! yet not all its pride secures The grand retreat from ...
... earth ; and , plotting in the dark , ' Toils much to earn a monumental pile , That may record the mischiefs he has done . The fummit gain'd , behold the proud alcove That crowns it ! yet not all its pride secures The grand retreat from ...
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... earth feems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So fportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and funshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning , as the leaves Play wanton , ev ...
... earth feems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So fportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and funshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning , as the leaves Play wanton , ev ...
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... earth was made fo various , that the mind Of defultory man , ftudious of change , And pleas'd with novelty , might be indulg'd . Profpects , however lovely , may be seen Till half their beauties fade ; the weary fight , Too well ...
... earth was made fo various , that the mind Of defultory man , ftudious of change , And pleas'd with novelty , might be indulg'd . Profpects , however lovely , may be seen Till half their beauties fade ; the weary fight , Too well ...
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... earth , regales the fenfe With luxury of unexpected fweets . There often wanders one , whom better days Saw better clad , in cloak of fatin trimm'd With lace , and hat with splendid ribband bound . A ferving maid was the , and fell in ...
... earth , regales the fenfe With luxury of unexpected fweets . There often wanders one , whom better days Saw better clad , in cloak of fatin trimm'd With lace , and hat with splendid ribband bound . A ferving maid was the , and fell in ...
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... ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , 30 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... ! expect it not . We found no bait To tempt us in thy country . Doing good , Difinterested good , is not our trade . We travel far , ' tis true , but not for nought ; And must be brib'd , to compafs earth again , 30 BOOK I. THE TASK .
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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...