PoemsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... least insisted on in the piece entitled Table Talk ; which , therefore , with re- gard to the prevailing taste , and that those who are go- verned by it may not be discouraged at the very thresh- old from proceeding further , is placed ...
... least insisted on in the piece entitled Table Talk ; which , therefore , with re- gard to the prevailing taste , and that those who are go- verned by it may not be discouraged at the very thresh- old from proceeding further , is placed ...
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... theirs ; 175 Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes , and the nation's debt . Could you contrive the payment , and rehearse The mighty plan , oracular in verse , No bard , howe'er majestick , old or new , TABLE TALK . 15.
... theirs ; 175 Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes , and the nation's debt . Could you contrive the payment , and rehearse The mighty plan , oracular in verse , No bard , howe'er majestick , old or new , TABLE TALK . 15.
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... least , to pitch the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less sublime . When ministers and ministerial arts ; 190 . Patriots , who love good places at their hearts ; When admirals extoll'd for standing still , Or doing nothing ...
... least , to pitch the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less sublime . When ministers and ministerial arts ; 190 . Patriots , who love good places at their hearts ; When admirals extoll'd for standing still , Or doing nothing ...
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... least , is not ours , 300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terrour all around ? B. Agreed . But would you sell or slay your horse For bounding and curvetting ...
... least , is not ours , 300 Too apt to play the wanton with her pow'rs , Grow freakish , and , o'erleaping every mound , Spread anarchy and terrour all around ? B. Agreed . But would you sell or slay your horse For bounding and curvetting ...
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... least offer.ce To virtue , delicacy , truth , or sense ( Try the criterion , ' tis a faithful guide , ) Nor has , nor can have , Scripture on its side . None but an author knows an author's cares , Or Fancy's fondness for the child she ...
... least offer.ce To virtue , delicacy , truth , or sense ( Try the criterion , ' tis a faithful guide , ) Nor has , nor can have , Scripture on its side . None but an author knows an author's cares , Or Fancy's fondness for the child she ...
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beauty beneath boast breast breath call'd cause charms Cowper daugh dear death delight design'd divine dread dream e'en earth Eartham ease East Dereham ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fear feel flow'rs folly form'd give glory grace groves hand Happisburgh happy hast Hayley heart Heav'n honour hope human John Gilpin John Throckmorton labour lady Hesketh learn'd lyre magick mind mounted best muse musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never Newport Pagnel night nymphs o'er once pain pass'd peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r proud prove publick rest sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shine shore sight skies smile song soon soul sound spirit stamp'd stream sweet taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil truth Twas Unwin verse VINCENT BOURNE virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Página 181 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Página 237 - 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 239 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 181 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Página 112 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Página 251 - He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away: But waged with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life.
Página 184 - O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
Página 179 - 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.
Página 236 - 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 gall'd him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 235 - 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. Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, The wine is left behind!