Oh thou, that dear and happy isle The garden of the world ere while, Thou paradise of four seas, Which heaven planted us to please, But, to exclude the world, did guard With watery if not flaming sword; What luckless apple did we taste, To make us mortal, and thee waste?
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the worldBut those who slide along the grassy sod,And sting the luckless foot that presses them?There are who in the path of social lifeDo bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,And sting the soul.joanna baillie
Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber black. In comes the brick-dust man. with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber red; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.Christopher Smart
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair.Robert Bland, Anthology (Ed. 1813), p. 20.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.joanna baillie
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