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... sleep , 1 At that time Wilberforce , Clarkson , and other Christian philanthropists were labouring for the abolition of the slave trade . And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth B 4 COWPER . Reflections upon Man's Cruelty to his ...
... sleep , 1 At that time Wilberforce , Clarkson , and other Christian philanthropists were labouring for the abolition of the slave trade . And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth B 4 COWPER . Reflections upon Man's Cruelty to his ...
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... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
... sleep , and noisome damps , Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields , Where freshness breathes , and dash the trembling drops From the bent bush , as through the verdant maze Of sweet - briar hedges I pursue my walk ; Or taste the smell ...
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... Sleep on the new fall'n snows ; and , scarce his head Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath , the branching elk Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss . BATHING . Cheer'd by the milder beam , the sprightly youth Speeds to the well - known ...
... Sleep on the new fall'n snows ; and , scarce his head Rais'd o'er the heapy wreath , the branching elk Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss . BATHING . Cheer'd by the milder beam , the sprightly youth Speeds to the well - known ...
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... sleep Those moral seeds whence we heroic actions reap . 6. Nor would he scorn to stoop from high pursuits Of heavenly Truth , and practise what she taught : Vain is the tree of Knowledge without fruits . Sometimes in hand the spade or ...
... sleep Those moral seeds whence we heroic actions reap . 6. Nor would he scorn to stoop from high pursuits Of heavenly Truth , and practise what she taught : Vain is the tree of Knowledge without fruits . Sometimes in hand the spade or ...
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... sleep the brave who sink to rest , By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands ...
... sleep the brave who sink to rest , By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands ...
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Página 79 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Página 98 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Página 75 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Página 84 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say, That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For, since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Página 47 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 114 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Página 63 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Página 82 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Página 100 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Página 82 - All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate.