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... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence , and affluence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn from those pursuits , and he ...
... hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence , and affluence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn from those pursuits , and he ...
8 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hour the wisdom which is from above visited his heart . Then he felt himself a wanderer , and then he found a guide ... hours separated , I always found new pleasure : a friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the ...
... hour the wisdom which is from above visited his heart . Then he felt himself a wanderer , and then he found a guide ... hours separated , I always found new pleasure : a friend who was not only a comfort to myself , but a blessing to the ...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hour , And Death's own scythe would better speak his power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead , With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and ...
... hour , And Death's own scythe would better speak his power ; Then grace the bony phantom in their stead , With the king's shoulder - knot and gay cockade ; Clothe the twin brethren in each other's dress , The same their occupation and ...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hour : So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
... hour : So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own ; Subserviency his praise , and that alone . Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer , Beset with every ill but that of fear . Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ; They swarm around ...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hour already come , And a complete recovery struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation , shamefully debased , Will be despised , and trampled on at last , Unless ...
... hour already come , And a complete recovery struck him dumb . But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must ; And that a nation , shamefully debased , Will be despised , and trampled on at last , Unless ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids bless'd boast breath call'd cause charms delight design'd divine docet dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fear feel fire flowers folly form'd frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heaven honour hope hour human John Gilpin labour land latives learn'd light live lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pity pleasure plebeian poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shew shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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261 ÆäÀÌÁö - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
323 ÆäÀÌÁö - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
157 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.
387 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 by thy side.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul !) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, 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 Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip, And then skip down again ; pronounce a text; Cry — hem; and reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene...
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The -middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The...
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles fall.