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... all are taught an avarice of praise — They please , are pleas'd , they give to get esteem , Till , seeming bless'd , they grow to what they seem . 266 D But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It THE TRAVELER . 25.
... all are taught an avarice of praise — They please , are pleas'd , they give to get esteem , Till , seeming bless'd , they grow to what they seem . 266 D But while this softer art their bliss supplies , It THE TRAVELER . 25.
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... , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm , connected bulwark seems to grow , 288 Spreads its long arms amid the watery roar , Scoops 26 THE TRAVELER .
... , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm , connected bulwark seems to grow , 288 Spreads its long arms amid the watery roar , Scoops 26 THE TRAVELER .
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... grow , Its double weight must ruin all below . Oh , then , how blind to all that truth requires , Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! Calm is my soul , nor apt to rise in arms , Except when fast approaching danger warms ; 380 But ...
... grow , Its double weight must ruin all below . Oh , then , how blind to all that truth requires , Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! Calm is my soul , nor apt to rise in arms , Except when fast approaching danger warms ; 380 But ...
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... grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother ! curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And thus , polluting honor in its source , Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force ...
... grown , I fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother ! curse with me that baleful hour When first ambition struck at regal power ; And thus , polluting honor in its source , Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force ...
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... grown footway tread , For all the bloomy flush of life is fled — All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She , wretched matron forc'd in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling ...
... grown footway tread , For all the bloomy flush of life is fled — All but yon widow'd , solitary thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She , wretched matron forc'd in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling ...
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Page 146 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 143 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington 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. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page 49 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Page 54 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 56 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed 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; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 70 - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found' st me poor at first and keep'st me so...
Page 48 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 36 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 144 - 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. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Page 11 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.