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... o'er Towy's flood , Over mead , and over wood , 10 15 20 From house to house , from hill to hill , 25 Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and grottoes ...
... o'er Towy's flood , Over mead , and over wood , 10 15 20 From house to house , from hill to hill , 25 Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and grottoes ...
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... o'er , I grafp , I fill . From & Patotheke with pungent pow'rs perfum'd , Itself one tortoise all , where shines imbib'd , Each parent ray ; then rudely ram'd illume , With the red touch of zeal - enkindling sheet , Mark'd with ...
... o'er , I grafp , I fill . From & Patotheke with pungent pow'rs perfum'd , Itself one tortoise all , where shines imbib'd , Each parent ray ; then rudely ram'd illume , With the red touch of zeal - enkindling sheet , Mark'd with ...
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... cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er a pipe , whose vapour bland In fweet oblivion lulls the land ; 10 15 Of all which at Vienna paffes , As ignorant as B 2 BROWNE . 19.
... cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er a pipe , whose vapour bland In fweet oblivion lulls the land ; 10 15 Of all which at Vienna paffes , As ignorant as B 2 BROWNE . 19.
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... o'er his ale . I ask not what the French are doing , Or Spain to compafs Britain's ruin : Britons , if undone , can go Where TOBACCO loves to grow . 20 25 30 FATHER FRANCIS'S PRAYER . WRITTEN IN LORD WESTMORLAND'S HERMITAGE . 20 BROWN E.
... o'er his ale . I ask not what the French are doing , Or Spain to compafs Britain's ruin : Britons , if undone , can go Where TOBACCO loves to grow . 20 25 30 FATHER FRANCIS'S PRAYER . WRITTEN IN LORD WESTMORLAND'S HERMITAGE . 20 BROWN E.
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... o'er the Gazetteer ; Defpife a fool in half his penfion drefs'd , And strive in vain to laugh at Hy's jeft . Others with fofter fmiles , and fubtler art , Can fap the principles , or taint the heart ; With more addrefs a lover's note ...
... o'er the Gazetteer ; Defpife a fool in half his penfion drefs'd , And strive in vain to laugh at Hy's jeft . Others with fofter fmiles , and fubtler art , Can fap the principles , or taint the heart ; With more addrefs a lover's note ...
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Page 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 91 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Page 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 89 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 164 - 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 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.