Poems, Volúmenes1-3Phillips, Sampson, 1855 |
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... sound , 515 And truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it 520 ...
... sound , 515 And truth cut short to make a period round , I judg'd a man of sense could scarce do worse , Than caper in the morris - dance of verse . B. Thus reputation is a spur to wit , And some wits flag through fear of losing it 520 ...
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... sounds will be ; 530 But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him who strains his all into a song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ...
... sounds will be ; 530 But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him who rears a poem lank and long , To him who strains his all into a song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes , though he was never there ...
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... sounds , tho ' sweet and well combin'd , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , 80 Leave Vice and Folly unsubdu'd behind . Gray dawn appears ; the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; " Tis he , the Nimrod ...
... sounds , tho ' sweet and well combin'd , And lenient as soft opiates to the mind , 80 Leave Vice and Folly unsubdu'd behind . Gray dawn appears ; the sportsman and his train Speckle the bosom of the distant plain ; " Tis he , the Nimrod ...
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... sounds - Your Rev'rence , or Your Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last , What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church - juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh ...
... sounds - Your Rev'rence , or Your Grace ? No. But his own engagement binds him fast ; Or , if it does not , brands him to the last , What atheists call him - a designing knave , A mere church - juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh ...
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... Sounds for the poor , but sounds alike for all : 350 Kings are invited , and would kings obey , No slaves on earth morc welcome were than they ; But royalty , nobility , and state , Are such a dead preponderating weight , That endless ...
... Sounds for the poor , but sounds alike for all : 350 Kings are invited , and would kings obey , No slaves on earth morc welcome were than they ; But royalty , nobility , and state , Are such a dead preponderating weight , That endless ...
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Página 238 - These gambols he did play, 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, wond'ring much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house — " They all at once did cry ; " The dinner waits, and we are tired — " Said Gilpin,
Página 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 113 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 117 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Página 240 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, "This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein. • But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Página 240 - Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear, For while he spake a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear. Whereat his horse did snort as he Had heard a lion roar, And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before.
Página 184 - So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning ; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
Página 144 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy, 795 Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Página 237 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all ; And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!
Página 235 - Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.