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Seite 68 - Story ? God bless you ! I have none to tell, sir : Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody ; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant. I should be glad to drink your honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir.
Seite 68 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O ! " Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives : Did some rich man tyrannically use you ? Was it the 'Squire? or Parson of the Parish? Or the Attorney? Was it the 'Squire, for killing of his game? or Covetous Parson, for his tithes distraining? Or roguish Lawyer, made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion...
Seite 153 - Who shames a scribbler? break one cobweb through, He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew: Destroy his fib or sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again, Throned in the centre of his thin designs, Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines!
Seite 517 - CHAOS' mingling storm, 5 The mass of matter started into form ? Or CHANCE o'er earth's green lap spontaneous fling The fruits of autumn and the flowers of spring? Whether MATERIAL SUBSTANCE, unrefined, Owns the strong impulse of instinctive MIND...
Seite 297 - Who betray'd his old friend and protector. Would you know how these friends, For their own private ends, Would subvert our religion and throne ? — Do you doubt of their skill To change laws at their will ? — You shall hear how they treated their own. 'Twas their pleasure to look, In a little blue book, At the code of their...
Seite 31 - Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison ; not to him 'Did Nature's fair varieties exist; He never saw the sun's delightful beams Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had REBELL'D AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT IN JUDGMENT ON HIM ; for his ardent mind Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth, And peace and liberty.
Seite 549 - Society appeared, but that we were capable of such an undertaking. We shall only say farther, that we do not intend to proceed regularly with our poem ; but having the remaining thirty-nine Cantos by us, shall content ourselves with giving, from time to time, such extracts as may happen to suit our purpose. The following passage, which, as the Reader will see by turning to the Contents prefixed to the head of the Poem, is part of the First Canto, contains so happy a deduction of Man's present state...
Seite 31 - AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT IN JUDGMENT ON HIM ; for his ardent mind Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth, And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! but such As Plato loved ; such as with holy zeal Our Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! awhile From man withheld, even to the latter days When Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill'd!
Seite 31 - She screamed for fresh Geneva. Not to her Did the blithe fields of Tothill, or thy street, St. Giles, its fair varieties expand ; Till at the last in slow-drawn cart she went To execution. Dost thou ask her crime? She whipp'd two female 'prentices to death, And hid them in the coal-hole.
Seite 31 - Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison ; not to him Did Nature's fair varieties exist; He never saw the sun's delightful beams Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour.