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Poems. With a Biographical and Critical Introduction by the Rev. Thomas Dale ...
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Alexander Selkirk ALLAN CUNNINGHAM beauty beneath bids blank verse boast call'd charms Christian Cowper dark dear delight despair divine dread dream e'en earth English poetry eyes fancy fatal egg fear feel fire folly form'd frown give glory God's grace hand happy hast heart Heaven hope hour John Gilpin labours Lady Hesketh land learn'd light Lord lust mankind mercy mind muse nations hunt Nature never night o'er Olney Hymns once peace PINE-APPLE pity pleasure poem poet poet's poetry praise pride prove sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song sorrow soul Stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine THOMAS DALE thou thought toil tongue trembling truth Twas Unwin verse virtue waste Westminster School Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom woes wrath youth zeal
Page 210 - I'is 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 225 - I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 226 - Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 66 - Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Page 266 - The songster heard his short oration, And warbling out his approbation, Released him, as my story tells, And found a supper somewhere else. Hence jarring sectaries may learn Their real interest to discern; That brother should not war with brother, And worry and devour each other; But sing and shine by sweet consent, Till life's poor transient night is spent, Respecting in each other's case The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name, Who studiously make peace their aim...
Page 260 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Page xii - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit, or confectionary plum...
Page 227 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent.
Page 224 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page xv - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.