Poems, Volumen 1

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J. Johnson, 1803 - 363 páginas
 

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Página 36 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; * if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles, fall.
Página 307 - 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...
Página 301 - 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.
Página 295 - I cried, Shall hear of this thy deed: My dog shall mortify the pride Of man's superior breed: But chief myself I will enjoin, Awake at duty's call, To show a love as prompt as thine To Him who gives me all.
Página 31 - 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 threatened in the fields and groves...
Página 299 - Wouldst softly speak and stroke my head and smile — Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart : the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Página 310 - My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road. The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin...
Página 342 - Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil?
Página 303 - Where they did all get in, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad ; The stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad.
Página 302 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. • I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.

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