Poems, Volumen1J. Johnson, 1805 |
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... live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper - corn of praise ; And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite : A fubject's faults a fubje & t may proclaim , A monarch's errors ...
... live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper - corn of praise ; And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can , his tributary mite : A fubject's faults a fubje & t may proclaim , A monarch's errors ...
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... , Write , if thou canft , one letter from the fhades One , and one only , charged with deep regret That thy worfe part , thy principles , live yet : One fad epiftle thence may cure mankind Of the plague THE PROGRESS OF ERROR . 45.
... , Write , if thou canft , one letter from the fhades One , and one only , charged with deep regret That thy worfe part , thy principles , live yet : One fad epiftle thence may cure mankind Of the plague THE PROGRESS OF ERROR . 45.
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... LIVE . Too many , fhocked at what should charm them most , Despise the plain direction and are loft . Heaven on fuch terms ! ( they cry with proud disdain ) Incredible , impoffible , and vain ! -- Rebel , becaufe ' tis eafy to obey ...
... LIVE . Too many , fhocked at what should charm them most , Despise the plain direction and are loft . Heaven on fuch terms ! ( they cry with proud disdain ) Incredible , impoffible , and vain ! -- Rebel , becaufe ' tis eafy to obey ...
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... live " Tis done - the raging ftorm is heard no more , Mercy receives him on her peaceful shore : And Justice , guardian of the dread command , Drops the red vengeance from his willing hand . A foul redeemed demands a life of praise ...
... live " Tis done - the raging ftorm is heard no more , Mercy receives him on her peaceful shore : And Justice , guardian of the dread command , Drops the red vengeance from his willing hand . A foul redeemed demands a life of praise ...
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... cheerful if not gay , Shuffling her threads about the live - long day , Juft earns a fcanty pittance , and at night Lies down fecure , her heart and pocket light ; She , for her humble sphere by nature fit , TRUTH . 69.
... cheerful if not gay , Shuffling her threads about the live - long day , Juft earns a fcanty pittance , and at night Lies down fecure , her heart and pocket light ; She , for her humble sphere by nature fit , TRUTH . 69.
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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.