The Task: A Poem. In Six Books. To which is Added, Tirocinium: Or, A Review of SchoolsThomas Dobson, bookseller, in Second-Street, second door above Chesnut-Street, 1787 - 186 pages |
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... head , And fweet the Clerk below : but neither fleep Of lazy Nurfe , who fnores the fick man dead , Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour To flumber in the carriage more fecure , Nor Nor fleep enjoy'd by Curate in his desk , Nor 4 ...
... head , And fweet the Clerk below : but neither fleep Of lazy Nurfe , who fnores the fick man dead , Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour To flumber in the carriage more fecure , Nor Nor fleep enjoy'd by Curate in his desk , Nor 4 ...
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... head - achs nail them to a noon - day bed ; And fave me too from theirs whofe haggard eyes Flash defperation , and betray their pangs For property ftripp'd off by cruel chance ; From 3 From gaiety that fills the bones with pain , 18 THE ...
... head - achs nail them to a noon - day bed ; And fave me too from theirs whofe haggard eyes Flash defperation , and betray their pangs For property ftripp'd off by cruel chance ; From 3 From gaiety that fills the bones with pain , 18 THE ...
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... head Confpicuous many a league , the mariner Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his wait A girdle of half - wither'd fhrubs he fhows , And at his feet the baffled billows die .. The ...
... head Confpicuous many a league , the mariner Bound homeward , and in hope already there , Greets with three cheers exulting . At his wait A girdle of half - wither'd fhrubs he fhows , And at his feet the baffled billows die .. The ...
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... head , to think himself a man ? I would not have a flave to till my ground , To carry me , to fan me while I fleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd . No dear as freedom is , and ...
... head , to think himself a man ? I would not have a flave to till my ground , To carry me , to fan me while I fleep , And tremble when I wake , for all the wealth That finews bought and fold have ever earn'd . No dear as freedom is , and ...
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... heads Preferve the church ! and lay not careless hands On fculls that cannot teach , and will not learn . approve , and own , I would trace Would I defcribe a preacher , fuch as Paul , Were he on earth , would hear , Paul fhould himself ...
... heads Preferve the church ! and lay not careless hands On fculls that cannot teach , and will not learn . approve , and own , I would trace Would I defcribe a preacher , fuch as Paul , Were he on earth , would hear , Paul fhould himself ...
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Page 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Page 144 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Page 178 - 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, Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
Page 30 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Page 171 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Page 178 - To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father.
Page 179 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase. Thy rams are there, *Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Page 43 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
Page 27 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Page 29 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own...