PoemsW. A. Bartow, 1821 - 216 sider |
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... Woman The Clown's Reply Epitaph on Dr. Parnell Epitaph on Edward Purdon ESSAYS . Page 103 105 106 ib . ib . 107 ib . 108 ib . 109 ib . Love and Friendship , or the Story of Alcander and Septimius , taken from a Byzantine Historian On ...
... Woman The Clown's Reply Epitaph on Dr. Parnell Epitaph on Edward Purdon ESSAYS . Page 103 105 106 ib . ib . 107 ib . 108 ib . 109 ib . Love and Friendship , or the Story of Alcander and Septimius , taken from a Byzantine Historian On ...
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... woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure : Thus ' tis with all - their chief and constant care Is to seem every thing - but what they are . Yon broad , bold , angry spark ...
... woman ; The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure : Thus ' tis with all - their chief and constant care Is to seem every thing - but what they are . Yon broad , bold , angry spark ...
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... woman , and bestrides a broom . Yon patriot , too , who presses on your sight , And seems to every gazer , all in white , If with a bribe his candour you attack , He bows , turns round , and , whip - the man's in black ! Yon critic ...
... woman , and bestrides a broom . Yon patriot , too , who presses on your sight , And seems to every gazer , all in white , If with a bribe his candour you attack , He bows , turns round , and , whip - the man's in black ! Yon critic ...
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... WOMAN . WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly , And finds , too late , that men betray , What charm can sooth 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 ...
... WOMAN . WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly , And finds , too late , that men betray , What charm can sooth 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 ...
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... woman of sense her admirers must play no tricks ; they feel no great anxiety , for they are sure , in the end , of being rewarded in proportion to their merit . When Swift used to appear in public , he generally had the mob shouting in ...
... woman of sense her admirers must play no tricks ; they feel no great anxiety , for they are sure , in the end , of being rewarded in proportion to their merit . When Swift used to appear in public , he generally had the mob shouting in ...
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Side 51 - 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 laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Side 45 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm.
Side 46 - While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; 20 And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Side 53 - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Side 49 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. 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...
Side 47 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches ignorance of wealth.
Side 46 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green; One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Side 50 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain. The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruined spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claimed kindred there, and had his claims allowed...
Side 30 - No product here the barren hills afford But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid- rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.