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Himself so much the source of his delight , His Maker has no beauty in his sight .
See where he sits , contemplative and fix'd , Pleasure and wonder in his features
mix'd , His passions tam'd and all at his control , How perfect the composure of ...
Himself so much the source of his delight , His Maker has no beauty in his sight .
See where he sits , contemplative and fix'd , Pleasure and wonder in his features
mix'd , His passions tam'd and all at his control , How perfect the composure of ...
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None ever yet impeded what he wrought , None bars him out from his most secret
thought : Darkness itself before his eye is light , And Hell's close mischief naked
in his sight . Stand now and judge thyself - Hast thou incurr'd His anger , who ...
None ever yet impeded what he wrought , None bars him out from his most secret
thought : Darkness itself before his eye is light , And Hell's close mischief naked
in his sight . Stand now and judge thyself - Hast thou incurr'd His anger , who ...
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Let Supposition lend her aid once more , And land some grave optician on the
shore : He claps his lens , if haply they may see , Close to the part where vision
ought to be ; But finds , that , though his tubes assist the sight , They cannot give it
...
Let Supposition lend her aid once more , And land some grave optician on the
shore : He claps his lens , if haply they may see , Close to the part where vision
ought to be ; But finds , that , though his tubes assist the sight , They cannot give it
...
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With eager step, and carelessly array'd, For such a cause the poet seeks the
shade, From all he sees he catches new delight, Pleas'd Fancy claps her pinions
at the sight, The rising or the setting orb of day, The clouds that flit, or slowly float
...
With eager step, and carelessly array'd, For such a cause the poet seeks the
shade, From all he sees he catches new delight, Pleas'd Fancy claps her pinions
at the sight, The rising or the setting orb of day, The clouds that flit, or slowly float
...
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This is a sight for Pity to peruse , Till she resemble faintly what she views , Till
Sympathy contract a kindred pain , Pierc'd with the woes that she laments in vain
. This , of all maladies that man infest , Claims most compassion , and receives
the ...
This is a sight for Pity to peruse , Till she resemble faintly what she views , Till
Sympathy contract a kindred pain , Pierc'd with the woes that she laments in vain
. This , of all maladies that man infest , Claims most compassion , and receives
the ...
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Page 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 377 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Page 377 - 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!
Page 376 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Page 395 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway ; Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Page 400 - Would'st softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile) — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Page 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below.
Page 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Page 277 - Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.