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... there was , when glory was my guide , Nor force nor fraud could turn my steps aside ; Unawed by power , and unappall'd by fear , With honest thrift I held my honour dear : But this vile hour disperses all my store , And all my hoard of ...
... there was , when glory was my guide , Nor force nor fraud could turn my steps aside ; Unawed by power , and unappall'd by fear , With honest thrift I held my honour dear : But this vile hour disperses all my store , And all my hoard of ...
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... There , in a lonely room , from bailiffs snug , The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug ; A window , patch'd with paper , lent a ray , That dimly show'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ...
... There , in a lonely room , from bailiffs snug , The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug ; A window , patch'd with paper , lent a ray , That dimly show'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ...
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... there is any great resemblance between the two pieces in question . If there be any , his ballad is taken from mine . I read it to Mr Percy ' The Friar of Orders Gray . No. 18 . " Reliq . of Anc . Poetry , » vol . 1. book 2 . some years ...
... there is any great resemblance between the two pieces in question . If there be any , his ballad is taken from mine . I read it to Mr Percy ' The Friar of Orders Gray . No. 18 . " Reliq . of Anc . Poetry , » vol . 1. book 2 . some years ...
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... there forlorn , despairing , hid , I'll lay me down and die ; ' Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. » « Forbid it , Heaven ! » the Hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide ...
... there forlorn , despairing , hid , I'll lay me down and die ; ' Twas so for me that Edwin did , And so for him will I. » « Forbid it , Heaven ! » the Hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide ...
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... there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad , When he put on his clothes . This ...
... there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That still a godly race he ran , Whene'er he went to pray . A kind and gentle heart he had , To comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he clad , When he put on his clothes . This ...
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Page 93 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 92 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 20 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. " And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Page 57 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 53 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Page 38 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 38 - Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, That first excites desire, and then supplies ; Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy ; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame.
Page 57 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven.
Page 56 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 62 - Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.