Poems, Том 1J. Johnson, 1803 - Всего страниц: 363 |
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... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon , Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt ...
... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon , Obsequious , from the cradle to the throne ; Before whose infant eyes the flatt ...
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... o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ...
... o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at strife , The storms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land ...
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... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and swell'd his easy sail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayest style , Like regimented coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as shelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
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... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assur'd relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like ...
... o'er the Christian's thorny road ! The soul , reposing on assur'd relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as she toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a song . But the same word , that , like ...
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... o'er ev'ry country sown , With none on earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , ' Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
... o'er ev'ry country sown , With none on earth that thou canst call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that sittest in the dust , ' Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjust ; Knock at the gates of nations , rouse their fears ; Say wrath is ...
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Стр. 215 - 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.
Стр. 214 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Стр. 263 - Tis now become a history little known That once we called the pastoral house our own Short-lived possession! but the record fair That memory keeps, of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Стр. 235 - He that holds fast the golden mean And lives contentedly between The little and the great Feels not the wants that pinch the poor Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
Стр. 48 - Thus men go wrong with an ingenious skill ; Bend the straight rule to their own crooked will ; And with a clear and shining lamp supplied, First put it out, then take it for a guide.
Стр. 214 - 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.
Стр. 262 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Стр. 240 - You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No ; not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Стр. 264 - Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated...
Стр. 159 - 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: 'Tis like a parcel sent...