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Unworthy of the blessings of the brave , Is base in kind and born to be a Nave .
But let eternal infamy pursue The wretch to nought but his ambition true , Who ,
for the sake of filling with one blast The post - horns of all Europe , lays her waste
.
Unworthy of the blessings of the brave , Is base in kind and born to be a Nave .
But let eternal infamy pursue The wretch to nought but his ambition true , Who ,
for the sake of filling with one blast The post - horns of all Europe , lays her waste
.
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B . True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper -
corn of praise , And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can ,
his tributary mite ; A subject ' s faults , a subject may proclaim , A monarch ' s ...
B . True . While they live , the courtly laureat pays His quit - rent ode , his pepper -
corn of praise , And many a dunce whose fingers itch to write , Adds , as he can ,
his tributary mite ; A subject ' s faults , a subject may proclaim , A monarch ' s ...
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He drinks his simple bev ' rage with a gult , And feasting on an onion and a crust ,
We never feel th ' alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols , Vive le Roy ,
Filld with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king fay - Slave ...
He drinks his simple bev ' rage with a gult , And feasting on an onion and a crust ,
We never feel th ' alacrity and joy With which he shouts and carols , Vive le Roy ,
Filld with as much true merriment and glee , As if he heard his king fay - Slave ...
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But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must , And
that a nation shamefully debas ' d , Will be despis ' d and trampled on at last ,
Unless sweet penitence her pow ' rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true .
There is a ...
But that effeminacy , folly , lust , Enervate and enfeeble , and needs must , And
that a nation shamefully debas ' d , Will be despis ' d and trampled on at last ,
Unless sweet penitence her pow ' rs renew , Is truth , if history itself be true .
There is a ...
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Satyr has long since done his best , and curst And loathsome ribaldry has done
his worst ; Fancy has sported all her pow ' rs away In tales , in trifles , and in
children ' s play ; And ' tis the sad complaint , and almost true , Whate ' er we write
, we ...
Satyr has long since done his best , and curst And loathsome ribaldry has done
his worst ; Fancy has sported all her pow ' rs away In tales , in trifles , and in
children ' s play ; And ' tis the sad complaint , and almost true , Whate ' er we write
, we ...
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Page 307 - 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.
Page 308 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
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Page 308 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
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| Title | Poems, Volume 1 Poems, Joseph Johnson Poems, William Cowper |
| Author | William Cowper |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1788 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 31 May 2007 |
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