Poems, Volumen1J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... last have but the lot of all . By their own conduct they must stand or fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper - corn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds ...
... last have but the lot of all . By their own conduct they must stand or fall . B. True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper - corn of praise ; And many a dunce , whose fingers itch to write , Adds ...
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... last , Unless sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and juftice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and ...
... last , Unless sweet penitence her pow'rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true . There is a time , and juftice marks the date , For long - forbearing clemency to wait ; That hour elaps'd , th ' incurable revolt Is punish'd , and ...
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... last , the mortal fhock ; Slips the flave's collar on , and fnaps the lock . A. Such lofty ftrains embellish what you teach , Mean you to prophefy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind that feels indeed the fire The mufe imparts , and ...
... last , the mortal fhock ; Slips the flave's collar on , and fnaps the lock . A. Such lofty ftrains embellish what you teach , Mean you to prophefy , or but to preach ? B. I know the mind that feels indeed the fire The mufe imparts , and ...
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... last , What atheists call him - a defigning knave , A mere church juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh , laugh or mourn with me the rueful jeft , A caffock'd huntsman and a fiddling priest ! He from Italian fongfters takes his cue : Set ...
... last , What atheists call him - a defigning knave , A mere church juggler , hypocrite , and slave . Oh , laugh or mourn with me the rueful jeft , A caffock'd huntsman and a fiddling priest ! He from Italian fongfters takes his cue : Set ...
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... last . The breach , though small at first , foon op'ning wide , In rushes folly with a full - moon tide . Then welcome errors , of whatever fize , To justify it by a thousand lies . As creeping ivy clings to wood or ftone , And hides ...
... last . The breach , though small at first , foon op'ning wide , In rushes folly with a full - moon tide . Then welcome errors , of whatever fize , To justify it by a thousand lies . As creeping ivy clings to wood or ftone , And hides ...
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Página 77 - Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Página 317 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Página 265 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 265 - 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.
Página 319 - Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.
Página 282 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the...
Página 265 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 159 - Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils, And vengeance executes what justice wills. Again— the band of commerce was designed To associate all the branches of mankind ; And if a boundless plenty be the robe, Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Página 319 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Página 196 - He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home...