Miscellaneous Poems

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Davison, 1812 - 179 Seiten

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Seite 71 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Seite 111 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Seite 176 - Prescrib'd her heights, and prun'd her tender wing, (Her guide now lost,) no more attempts to rise, But in low numbers short excursions tries ; Content, if hence th...
Seite 120 - When honour is a support to virtuous principles, and runs parallel with the laws of God and our country, it cannot be too much cherished and encouraged ; but when the dictates of honour are contrary to those of religion and equity, they are the greatest depravations of human nature, by giving wrong ambitious and false ideas of what is good and laudable ; and should, therefore, be exploded by all governments, and driven out as the bane and plague of human society.
Seite 160 - Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accursed ; Make the hoar leprosy adored ; place thieves, And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Seite 160 - What is here ( Gold/ yellow, glittering, precious gold/— No, gods, I am no idle votarist : Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make Black white, foul fair, wrong right, Base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this / what this, you gods / Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves,...
Seite 139 - Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other : And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their tongues and be their talk, Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise...
Seite 157 - I had rather believe all the fables in the legend, and the Talmud, and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind; and, therefore, God never wrought miracle to convince atheism, because his ordinary works convince it.
Seite 83 - Would shrink to hear th' obstreperous trump of Fame; Supremely blest, if to their portion fall Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had he, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.
Seite 152 - Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.

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