Poems, 2. kötetJ. Johnson, 1800 |
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113. oldal
... ferve his country . Ministerial grace Deals him out money from the public cheft ; Or , if that mine be shut , some private purse Supplies his need with an ufurious loan , To be refunded duly when his vote ,. Well - manag'd , shall have ...
... ferve his country . Ministerial grace Deals him out money from the public cheft ; Or , if that mine be shut , some private purse Supplies his need with an ufurious loan , To be refunded duly when his vote ,. Well - manag'd , shall have ...
171. oldal
... ferve Freely and with delight , who leaves us free : But , recollecting still that he is man , We truft him not too far . King though he be , And king in England too , he may be weak , And vain enough to be ambitious still ; May ...
... ferve Freely and with delight , who leaves us free : But , recollecting still that he is man , We truft him not too far . King though he be , And king in England too , he may be weak , And vain enough to be ambitious still ; May ...
226. oldal
... ferve , when all that we defign Is but to gratify an itching ear , And give the day to a musician's praise . Remember Handel ! Who , that was not born Deaf as the dead to harmony , forgets , Or can , the more than Homer of his age ? Yes ...
... ferve , when all that we defign Is but to gratify an itching ear , And give the day to a musician's praise . Remember Handel ! Who , that was not born Deaf as the dead to harmony , forgets , Or can , the more than Homer of his age ? Yes ...
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327. oldal - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band 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.
40. oldal - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
119. oldal - tis the twanging horn ! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
335. oldal - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song.
40. oldal - As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast.
41. oldal - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country and their shackles fall.
34. oldal - 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?
56. oldal - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
189. oldal - Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of interest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world So...
333. oldal - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...