Poems, Volumen1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... lost his int'rest here , i And pardons are not sold as once they were , woll No papist more desirous to compound , 96 " ) Than some grave sinners upon English ground ode That plea refuted , other quirks they seeks t Mercy is infinite ...
... lost his int'rest here , i And pardons are not sold as once they were , woll No papist more desirous to compound , 96 " ) Than some grave sinners upon English ground ode That plea refuted , other quirks they seeks t Mercy is infinite ...
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... lost in errours his vain heart prefers , ice sà She safe in the simplicity of herse bus ! Jassol ¿ A Not many wise , rich , noble , or profoundry dris3 In science , win one inch of heav'nly ground on T And is it not a mortifying thought ...
... lost in errours his vain heart prefers , ice sà She safe in the simplicity of herse bus ! Jassol ¿ A Not many wise , rich , noble , or profoundry dris3 In science , win one inch of heav'nly ground on T And is it not a mortifying thought ...
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... lost dgoodT Go - bid the winter cease to chill the year , u bn A Replace the wand'ring comet in his sphere , fiel Then boast ( but wait for that unhop'd - for hour ) The self - restoring arm of human pow'red saori 77 But what is man in ...
... lost dgoodT Go - bid the winter cease to chill the year , u bn A Replace the wand'ring comet in his sphere , fiel Then boast ( but wait for that unhop'd - for hour ) The self - restoring arm of human pow'red saori 77 But what is man in ...
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... lost ? she cries , Fall'n from her glory , and too weak to rise ? Torpid and dull beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deem'd her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserv'd , yet surely not for all ...
... lost ? she cries , Fall'n from her glory , and too weak to rise ? Torpid and dull beneath a frozen zone , Has she no spark that may be deem'd her own ? Grant her indebted to what zealots call Grace undeserv'd , yet surely not for all ...
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... lost in endless woydy Fuit 1:42 . For ignorance of what they could not know og T That speech betrays at once a bigot's tongue , M Charge not a God with such outrageous wronguunT Truly not I the partial light men have , isnië mori My ...
... lost in endless woydy Fuit 1:42 . For ignorance of what they could not know og T That speech betrays at once a bigot's tongue , M Charge not a God with such outrageous wronguunT Truly not I the partial light men have , isnië mori My ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast call'd charms courser dear delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour ev'n ev'ry eyes fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never o'er once pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride prove rais'd sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY zeal
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Página 325 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
Página 319 - 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 227 - 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 226 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 277 - 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 171 - The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village, busied as they went In musings worthy of the great event : They spake of him they loved, of him whose life, Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife, Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
Página 319 - John he cried ; But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might.
Página 278 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Página 122 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Página 227 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.