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... 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 , Tells of a few stout hearts , that fought and died Where duty placed ...
... 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 , Tells of a few stout hearts , that fought and died Where duty placed ...
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... virtue's lap her just reward , Keep vice restrained be.ind a double guard ; To quell the faction that affronts the throne . By silent magnanimity alone ; To nurse with tender care the thriving arts , Watch every beam philosophy imparts ...
... virtue's lap her just reward , Keep vice restrained be.ind a double guard ; To quell the faction that affronts the throne . By silent magnanimity alone ; To nurse with tender care the thriving arts , Watch every beam philosophy imparts ...
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... virtues , that they scorn to wear , The flecting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking over life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom ...
... virtues , that they scorn to wear , The flecting forms of majesty engage Respect , while stalking over life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings , whom ...
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... fight for what were better cast away- The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they , that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake : Religion , virtue , truth , whatever we call A TABLE TALK ,
... fight for what were better cast away- The chain that binds them , and a tyrant's sway ; But they , that fight for freedom , undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake : Religion , virtue , truth , whatever we call A TABLE TALK ,
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William Cowper. Religion , virtue , truth , whatever 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 , and thou art fancy's ...
William Cowper. Religion , virtue , truth , whatever 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 , and thou art fancy's ...
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beams beneath bids blessings blest bliss boast breast breath charms courser dark dear declension deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flowers folly fools frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hour Inner Temple JOHN GILPIN joys land learned light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night NOSEGAY nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize proud prove Rome sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wonder zeal
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277 ÆäÀÌÁö - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, 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.
279 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, And reconciles man to his lot.
283 ÆäÀÌÁö - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.