The Borough: A Poem, in Twenty-four Letters

J. Hatchard, 1810 - 344 sider
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Side 24 - Yet prudence tarried ; but, when last he went, He drew from pitying love a full consent. Happy he sail'd, and great the care she took, That he should softly sleep, and smartly look ; White was his better linen, and his check Was made more trim than any on the deck...
Side 324 - The timid girls, half dreading their design, Dip the small foot in the retarded brine, And search for crimson weeds, which spreading flow, Or lie like pictures on the sand below; With all those bright red pebbles, that the sun Through the small waves so softly shines upon...
Side 65 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny ; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer.
Side 308 - I fix'd my eyes On the mid stream and saw the spirits rise : I saw my father on the water stand, And hold a thin pale boy in either hand ; And there they glided ghastly on the top Of the salt flood, and never touch'da drop : I would have struck them, but they knew th' intent, And smiled upon the oar, and down they went.
Side 175 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Side 299 - He wanted some obedient boy to stand And bear the blow of his outrageous hand; And hoped to find in some propitious hour A feeling creature subject to his power.
Side 34 - Fiddling and fishing were his arts : at times He alter'd sermons, and he aim'd at rhymes ; And his fair friends, not yet intent on cards, Oft he amused with riddles and charades. Mild were his doctrines, and not one discourse But gain'd in softness what it lost in force : Kind his opinions; he would not receive An ill report, nor evil act believe ; ' If true, 'twas wrong; but blemish great or small Have all mankind; yea, sinners are we all.
Side 108 - Views ev'ry bell, and hums th' approving sound; Poised on her busy plumes, with feeling nice She draws from every flower, nor tries a floret twice. He fears no bailiff's wrath, no baron's blame, His is untax'd and undisputed game: Nor less the place of curious plant he knows; He both his Flora and his Fauna shows; For him is blooming in its rich array The glorious flower which bore the palm away; In vain a rival tried his utmost art, His was the prize, and joy o'erflow'd his heart.
Side 26 - twas her proper care. Here will she come, and on the grave will sit, Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit ; But if observer pass, will take her round, And careless seem, for she would not be found ; Then go again ; and thus her hours employ, While visions please her, and while woes destroy.
Side 10 - Th' unwieldy porpoise through the day before Had rolled in view of boding men on shore, And sometimes hid, and sometimes showed, his form, Dark as the cloud, and furious as the storm. All where the eye delights, yet dreads, to roam, The breaking billows cast the flying foam Upon the billows rising — all the deep Is restless change ; the waves so swelled and steep, Breaking and sinking, and the sunken swells, Nor one, one moment, in its station dwells.

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