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beauty beneath betimes BLANK VERSE boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dream earth ease Edmonton ev'n ev'ry fair fake fame fancy fast feed feel flow'rs folly form'd foul fountain of eternal frown fruits Gilpin give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart heav'n honour human INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin king labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud rapture rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile Sofa song soon Stamp'd sweet task taste thee their's theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue wind winter wisdom worth your's youth
Page 40 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 371 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair.
Page 229 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Page 99 - Defend me therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up...
Page 270 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, . And endless her increase.
Page 17 - No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar...
Page 137 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 375 - Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Page 217 - And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.