PoemsJ. Hatchard, 1808 - 258 Seiten |
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... slaves that dig the golden ore , The wealth around them makes them doubly poor . Or will you deem them amply paid in health , Labour's fair child , that languishes with wealth ? Go then ! and see them rising with the sun , Through a ...
... slaves that dig the golden ore , The wealth around them makes them doubly poor . Or will you deem them amply paid in health , Labour's fair child , that languishes with wealth ? Go then ! and see them rising with the sun , Through a ...
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... slave command , Urge the weak efforts of his feeble hand , And , when his age attempts its task in vain , With ruthless taunts , of lazy poor complain . * Oft may you see him when he tends the sheep , His winter charge , beneath the ...
... slave command , Urge the weak efforts of his feeble hand , And , when his age attempts its task in vain , With ruthless taunts , of lazy poor complain . * Oft may you see him when he tends the sheep , His winter charge , beneath the ...
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... slaves advance With timid eye , to read the distant glance ; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease , To name the nameless ever - new disease ; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure , Which real pain , and that alone can ...
... slaves advance With timid eye , to read the distant glance ; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease , To name the nameless ever - new disease ; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure , Which real pain , and that alone can ...
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... Slave as vile a wretch as he ; In his luxurious Lord the Servant find His own low pleasures and degenerate mind ; And each in all the kindred vices trace , Of a poor , blind , bewilder'd , erring race ! Who , a short time in varied ...
... Slave as vile a wretch as he ; In his luxurious Lord the Servant find His own low pleasures and degenerate mind ; And each in all the kindred vices trace , Of a poor , blind , bewilder'd , erring race ! Who , a short time in varied ...
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... Slave to the tribe , to whose command she stoops , And poorer than the poorest maid she dupes . Between the road - way and the walls , offence Invades all eyes and strikes on every sense ; There lie , obscene , at every open door ...
... Slave to the tribe , to whose command she stoops , And poorer than the poorest maid she dupes . Between the road - way and the walls , offence Invades all eyes and strikes on every sense ; There lie , obscene , at every open door ...
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behold blest boast bosom breast Bride call'd charms child Circassian Comfort dæmons Dame dead deed delight disgrace Doctor JOHNSON dread Duke of Rutland Ev'n fair fame fate Father favour fear feel fled foes Folly form'd gay Bride give grace grave grief hand happy hear heart Honourable hope humble idle infant kind labour Life's live look'd looks Lope de Vega Lord Lord HOLLAND Lord ROBERT MANNERS lov'd Love Marriage mind Muse numbers Nymphs o'er OVID pain parish passions peace pleas'd Poem poor prais'd praise pride proud race racter rage rest Right Honourable round rustic scenes scorn shame sigh sing Sir Eustace slave smile soothe sorrows soul Spirit swains tears thee thine thou thought tribe truth Twas verses vex'd vext Village Virtue weep Wife wonder wretched yield youth
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Seite 5 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Seite 13 - And doth not he, the pious man, appear, He, 'passing rich with forty pounds a year?' Ah! no; a shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock: A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task As much as God or man can fairly ask ; The rest he gives to loves and labours light, To fields the morning, and to feasts the night; None better...
Seite 213 - Pilgrim, burthen'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till Mercy let thee in, Knock and weep and watch and wait. Knock ! — He knows the sinner's cry : Weep ! — He loves the mourner's tears : Watch ! — for saving grace is nigh : Wait, — till heavenly light appears. " Hark ! it is the Bridegroom's voice ; Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest...
Seite 103 - Kept him at home in that important hour; Nor his firm feet could one persuading sect, By the strong glare of their new light, direct ;— " On hope, in mine own sober light, I gaze, " But should be blind and lose it, in your blaze." In times severe, when many a sturdy swain Felt it his pride, his comfort, to complain ; Isaac their wants would soothe, his own would hide, And feel in that his comfort and his pride. At length, he found, when seventy years were run, His strength departed, and his...
Seite 102 - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face...
Seite 69 - They wish'd her well, whom yet they wish'd away. Correct in thought, she judged a servant's place Preserved a rustic beauty from disgrace; But yet on Sunday-eve, in freedom's hour, With secret joy she felt that beauty's power, When some proud bliss upon the heart would steal, That, poor or rich, a beauty still must feel.
Seite 129 - With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead:— " The dead," methinks a thousand tongues reply: " These are the tombs of such as cannot die ! " Crown'd with eternal fame, they sit sublime, " And laugh at all the little strife of time.
Seite 127 - This BOOKS can do; - nor this alone; they give New views to life, and teach us how to live; They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise, Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise: Their aid they yield to all: they never shun The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone: Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects what they show to kings.
Seite 14 - Up yonder' hill, behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below; There lie the happy dead, from trouble free," / And the glad parish pays the frugal fee.
Seite 13 - With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go, He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye: A potent quack, long versed in human ills, Who first insults the victim whom he kills; Whose murd'rous hand a drowsy Bench protect, And whose most tender mercy is neglect.