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Страница 227 - His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly; Ah, many's the time and oft!
Страница 41 - I will not attempt with profane hands to tear the sacred veil of the sanctuary; I am disposed, with the inhabitants of Attica, to erect an altar to the unknown god of our political idolatry, and will be content to worship him in clouds and darkness.
Страница 48 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God.
Страница 274 - Not who first see the rising sun commands, But who could first discern the rising lands. Who best could know to pump an earth so leak, Him they their lord, and country's father, speak. To make a bank was a great plot of state ; Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.
Страница 26 - Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade, Ah fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 226 - TOM BOWLING HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For Death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty. His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he's gone aloft.