Poems, Volume 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 - English poetry |
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... joy beyond what victory bestows ; d Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! 20 fua A A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe ^^ A Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B ...
... joy beyond what victory bestows ; d Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England , if this happiness be thine ! 20 fua A A. Guard what you say ; the patriotic tribe ^^ A Will sneer and charge you with a bribe . - B ...
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... joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive te Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , I I As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free openi Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , ansed Less on exterior things than most ...
... joy , With which he shouts and carols Vive te Roy , Fill'd with as much true merriment and glee , I I As if he heard his king say - Slave , be free openi Thus happiness depends , as Nature shows , ansed Less on exterior things than most ...
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... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , ་ Guards well what arts and industry ...
... joy the good she finds : Courage in arms , and ever prompt to show His manly forehead to the fiercest foe ; Glorious in war , but for the sake of peace , His spirits rising as his toils increase , ་ Guards well what arts and industry ...
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... joys , bu , nobelw irisal Nor is it yet despondence and dismay ?! viae tok Will win her visits or engage her stay ; biM P Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , " of good ? oT Can call her smiling down , and fix her here , bwA But ...
... joys , bu , nobelw irisal Nor is it yet despondence and dismay ?! viae tok Will win her visits or engage her stay ; biM P Pray'r only , and the penitential tear , " of good ? oT Can call her smiling down , and fix her here , bwA But ...
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... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars * In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl ...
... joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land , And waste it at the bidding of his hand . He gives the word , and Mutiny soon roars * In all her gates , and shakes her distant shores ; The standards of all nations are unfurl ...
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Page 325 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
Page 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Page 227 - 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. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 226 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 277 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Page 171 - The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village, busied as they went In musings worthy of the great event : They spake of him they loved, of him whose life, Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife, Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
Page 319 - John he cried ; But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might.
Page 278 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Page 122 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Page 227 - 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.