PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 páginas |
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... cause . His feelings and intellectual powers had received such a shock , that it became necessary to place him , in December , 1763 , under the care of Dr. Cotton of St. Alban's ; his disorder , says his kinsman , the Rev. Dr. Johnson ...
... cause . His feelings and intellectual powers had received such a shock , that it became necessary to place him , in December , 1763 , under the care of Dr. Cotton of St. Alban's ; his disorder , says his kinsman , the Rev. Dr. Johnson ...
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... cause . ' Tis to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in the good that heaven bestows ; And when recording history displays Feats of renown , though wrought in ancient days , Tell of a few stout hearts , that fought and died ...
... cause . ' Tis to the virtues of such men , man owes His portion in the good that heaven bestows ; And when recording history displays Feats of renown , though wrought in ancient days , Tell of a few stout hearts , that fought and died ...
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... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all the flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident , when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
... cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all the flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident , when palpably most wrong ; If this be kingly ...
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... cause , though worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet nature here With stern ...
... cause , though worth the search , may yet elude Conjecture and remark , however shrewd . They take perhaps a well - directed aim , Who seek it in his climate and his frame . Liberal in all things else , yet nature here With stern ...
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... cause mankind can have at stake : Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing --- freedom is the pledge of all . Oh liberty ! the prisoner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion and his theme ; Genius is thine ...
... cause mankind can have at stake : Religion , virtue , truth , whate'er we call A blessing --- freedom is the pledge of all . Oh liberty ! the prisoner's pleasing dream , The poet's muse , his passion and his theme ; Genius is thine ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aspasio beneath bids blest boast breath cause charms dæmons deem delight distant divine docet dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flower folly frown give glory grace hand happy hast heard heart heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nebaioth never night nymphs o'er once Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seems shade shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Weston Underwood WILLIAM BULL WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 328 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Página 387 - I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Página 150 - 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,...
Página 387 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Página 387 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Página 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Página 388 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored at thy side.
Página 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Página 196 - 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 seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.