The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volum 2Robert Carter, 1850 |
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... waste ! No shepherd's tents within thy view appear , But the chief Shepherd even there is near ; Thy tender sorrows and thy plaintive strain Flow in a foreign land , but not in vain ; Thy tears all issue from a source divine , And every ...
... waste ! No shepherd's tents within thy view appear , But the chief Shepherd even there is near ; Thy tender sorrows and thy plaintive strain Flow in a foreign land , but not in vain ; Thy tears all issue from a source divine , And every ...
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... wast dead , 1 Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can ...
... wast dead , 1 Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss ; Perhaps a tear , if souls can ...
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... wast happier than myself the while , Wouldst softly speak , and stroke my head , and smile , ) Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart - the dear ...
... wast happier than myself the while , Wouldst softly speak , and stroke my head , and smile , ) Could those few pleasant days again appear , Might one wish bring them , would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart - the dear ...
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... In heaven thy dwelling place , From infants made the public care , And taught to seek thy face . Thanks for thy word , and for thy day , And grant us , we implore , Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more 44 COWPER'S POEMS .
... In heaven thy dwelling place , From infants made the public care , And taught to seek thy face . Thanks for thy word , and for thy day , And grant us , we implore , Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more 44 COWPER'S POEMS .
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William Cowper Thomas Shuttleworth Grimshawe. Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more . Thanks that we hear , -but O impart To each desires sincere , That we may listen with our heart , And learn as well as hear . For if ...
William Cowper Thomas Shuttleworth Grimshawe. Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more . Thanks that we hear , -but O impart To each desires sincere , That we may listen with our heart , And learn as well as hear . For if ...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper. [With a Memoir of Cowper by ..., Volum 2 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1830 |
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Aspasio bard beneath birds blest blood boast Boötes bosom breast breath call'd charms CLEMENT MAROT Cowper dear death delight divine dwell e'en Earl of Surrey earth ease eyes faith fame fear feel fill'd fire fix'd friendship gentle give glory grace groves hand happy hear heard heart heaven heavenly homeless birds hymns JEHOVAH-SHALOM JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH Jesus John Throckmorton light live Lord lyre Mary mind muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er OLNEY HYMN once pain pass'd peace Phoebus pine-apples pleasure poet praise prayer prove Psalms repose rest sacred Saviour scene seek seem'd shade shine shore sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt skies smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stout spurs sweet tears thee theme thine thou art thou hast thought truth Twas verse vex'd voice wast WILLIAM HAYLEY youth
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Side 31 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Side 119 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary...
Side 33 - But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Side 440 - Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Side 178 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Side 32 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown : May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more...
Side 206 - SOMETIMES a light -surprises The Christian, while he sings ; It is the Lord, who rises With healing in His wings : When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Side 188 - Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith, and sweeten care, To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all Heaven before our eyes.
Side 191 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, — It gives, but borrows none.
Side 28 - ... Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. " Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.