Annual Register, Volume 13 (Google eBook)

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1803 - History
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Page 199 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side: 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 199 - The village master taught his little school: 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...
Page 199 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings leaned to virtue's side : But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 199 - At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 198 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 197 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
Page 200 - Where many a time he triumphed is forgot. Near yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
Page 200 - Vain transitory splendours! could not all Reprieve the tottering mansion from its fall? Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart. Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's...
Page 197 - 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...
Page 199 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew : 'Twas certain he could write, and cypher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...

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