Table talk, and other poemsJ. Sharpe and C. and C. Whittingham, 1817 - 204 pages |
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beams beneath bids blasphemy blest bliss boast breast call'd charg'd Charity charms dark deeds deist delight design'd divine dread dream Earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast hate heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour INNER TEMPLE int'rest JOHN SHARPE land learn'd light lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never night o'er once peace pharisee PICCADILLY plac'd plain pleasure poet's pow'r praise pray'rs pretence pride proud prove race rais'd sacred scene scorn scorn'd Scripture seem'd shame shine sight skies slave smile song soul sound Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas Virg virtue waste Whate'er wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM FINDEN wisdom Woden wrath zeal
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Page 179 - Contrivance intricate, expressed with ease, Where unassisted -sight no beauty sees, The shapely limb and lubricated joint, Within the small dimensions of a point, Muscle and nerve miraculously spun, His mighty work, who speaks and it is done, The invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field; To wonder at a thousand insect forms.
Page 198 - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace ; Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
Page 116 - To bear it, suffer'd shame where'er he went. Blush, calumny ! and write upon his tomb, If honest eulogy can spare thee room, Thy deep repentance of thy thousand lies, Which, aim'd at him, have pierced the offended skies ; And say, Blot out my sin, confess'd, deplored, Against thine image, in thy saint, O Lord...
Page 203 - To mark the matchless workings of the power That shuts within its seed the future flower, Bids these in elegance of form excel, In colour these, and those delight the smell, Sends Nature forth, the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes...
Page 155 - He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home...
Page 62 - His the mere tinsel, hers the rich reward ; He praised perhaps for ages yet to come, She never heard of half a mile from home ; He lost in errors his vain heart prefers, She safe in the simplicity of hers.
Page 137 - Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Page 44 - Diffused, make earth the vestibule of hell ; Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise ; Thou ever-bubbling spring of endless lies ; Like Eden's dread probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee ! No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest 470 Till half mankind were like himself possess'd.
Page 145 - Words learned by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse; Not more distinct from harmony divine, The constant creaking of a country sign.
Page 148 - Discourse may want an animated — No, To brush the surface, and to make it flow ; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.