Poems, Volumen1J. Johnson, 1805 |
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... seem to think , man made for them . B. Seldom , alas ! the power of logic reigns With much fufficiency in royal brains ; Such reafoning falls like an inverted cone , Wanting it's proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! thofe ...
... seem to think , man made for them . B. Seldom , alas ! the power of logic reigns With much fufficiency in royal brains ; Such reafoning falls like an inverted cone , Wanting it's proper base to stand upon . Man made for kings ! thofe ...
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... , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to feign . 4. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addrefs'd , Seems to imply a cenfure on the reft . B. Quevedo , as he tells his fober tale , TABLE TALK .
... , who hate his gentle reign , But he that loves him has no need to feign . 4. Your smooth eulogium to one crown addrefs'd , Seems to imply a cenfure on the reft . B. Quevedo , as he tells his fober tale , TABLE TALK .
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... seems to fuit , Pfaltery and fackbut , dulcimer and flute . Oh fie ! ' tis evangelical and pure : Obferve each face , how fober and demure ! Ecftafy fets her ftamp on every mien ; Chins fallen , and not an eye - ball to be seen . Still ...
... seems to fuit , Pfaltery and fackbut , dulcimer and flute . Oh fie ! ' tis evangelical and pure : Obferve each face , how fober and demure ! Ecftafy fets her ftamp on every mien ; Chins fallen , and not an eye - ball to be seen . Still ...
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... seem to threaten virtue less , Still hurtful in the abuse , or by the excess . Is man then only for his torment placed The centre of delights he may not tafte ? Like fabled Tantalus , condemned to hear The precious ftream ftill purling ...
... seem to threaten virtue less , Still hurtful in the abuse , or by the excess . Is man then only for his torment placed The centre of delights he may not tafte ? Like fabled Tantalus , condemned to hear The precious ftream ftill purling ...
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... liftless mind , Though bufy , trifling ; empty , though refined ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclufive pride , Seems 48 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
... liftless mind , Though bufy , trifling ; empty , though refined ; Hence all that interferes , and dares to clash With indolence and luxury , is trash : While learning , once the man's exclufive pride , Seems 48 THE PROGRESS OF ERROR .
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Página 331 - He grasped the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Página 330 - And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Página 169 - The clash of arguments and jar of words, Worse than the mortal brunt of rival swords, Decide no question with their tedious length, (For opposition gives opinion strength) Divert the champions prodigal of breath, And put the peaceably disposed to death.
Página 244 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport. Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 326 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband 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.
Página 288 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Página 296 - Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark, So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Página 332 - Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he? His fame soon spread around; He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!
Página 308 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
Página 245 - 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.