Poems, Bind 1J. Johnson, 1806 |
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... song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if liberty be there ; And I will sing at liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime ...
... song from thy free touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if liberty be there ; And I will sing at liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime ...
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... song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorned thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee now . Our ancestry ; a gallant christian race , Patterns of every virtue , every grace , Confessed a God ; they kneeled before they ...
... song . ' Tis not the wreath , that once adorned thy brow , The prize of happier times , will serve thee now . Our ancestry ; a gallant christian race , Patterns of every virtue , every grace , Confessed a God ; they kneeled before they ...
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... song , That charm down fear , they frolic it along , With ' mad rapidity and unconcern , Down to the gulph , from which is no return . ' They trust in navies , and their navies fail- God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail ! They ...
... song , That charm down fear , they frolic it along , With ' mad rapidity and unconcern , Down to the gulph , from which is no return . ' They trust in navies , and their navies fail- God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail ! They ...
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... song . A. At Westminster , where little poets strive To set a distich upon six and five , Where discipline helps the opening buds of sense , And makes his pupils proud with silver - pence , I was a poet too : but modern taste Is so ...
... song . A. At Westminster , where little poets strive To set a distich upon six and five , Where discipline helps the opening buds of sense , And makes his pupils proud with silver - pence , I was a poet too : but modern taste Is so ...
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... song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes though he was never there ; Or , having whelped a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdashed with many a stroke ...
... song ; Perhaps some bonny Caledonian air , All birks and braes though he was never there ; Or , having whelped a prologue with great pains , Feels himself spent , and fumbles for his brains ; A prologue interdashed with many a stroke ...
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beams beneath bids blessings blest boast breast breath charms courser dark dear deeds deist delight divine docet dream earth Edmonton eyes fair fancy fear feel fire folly fools frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hallowed ground hand happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour JOHN GILPIN joys land learned LENOX LIBRARY light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature never night nymph once pain peace Pharisee pine-apples pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor praise pride prize proud prove Raimbach Rome rude sacred scene scorn scripture shine sighs sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee their's theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE VIRG virtue waste wild wisdom woes YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY zeal
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Side 423 - 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 !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Side 417 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew. Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, 'The wine is left behind!' ' Good lack,' quoth he — ' yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Side 419 - So, Fair and softly ! John he cried ; But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
Side 298 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant, is a mind distress'd.
Side 322 - 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 ? Oh, tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 431 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown : No traveller ever reached that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road.
Side 304 - a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper solitude is sweet.
Side 375 - All sustain'd by patience, taught us Only by a broken heart! / 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.
Side 320 - 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.
Side 414 - John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.