Then, shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how). |
There goes the parson, oh! illustrious spark,/ And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk! |
There is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow. |
There is a fountain filled with blood / Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; / And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, / Lose all their guilty stains. |
There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. |
They that fight for freedom undertake The noblest cause mankind can have at stake. |
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed. |
Thou god of our idolatry, the press. . . . Thou fountain, at which drink the good and wise; Thou ever-bubbling spring of endless lies; Like Eden's dread probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee. |
Thousands, careless of the damning sin, / Kiss the book's outside who ne'er look within. |
Thus always teasing others, and days teas'd, His only pleasure is to be displeas'd |
To dally much with subject mean and low Proves that the mind is weak, or makes it so. |
To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think. |
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach. |
To-morrow is our wedding-day, / And we will then repair / Unto the Bell at Edmonton, / All in a chaise and pair. |
Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore. |