The Poems of William CowperErnest Fleischer, 1828 - 427 sider |
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... hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt . Could you contrive the payment , and ...
... hand and glove . Leave kingly backs to cope with kingly cares ; They have their weight to carry , subjects theirs ; Poets , of all men , ever least regret Increasing taxes and the nation's debt . Could you contrive the payment , and ...
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... hand , As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show , That slaves , howe'er contented , never know . The mind attains , beneath her happy reign , The growth that Nature meant she should ...
... hand , As dwell at large in Britain's charter'd land . B. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show , That slaves , howe'er contented , never know . The mind attains , beneath her happy reign , The growth that Nature meant she should ...
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... hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand . No sycophant or slave , that dar'd oppose Her sacred cause , but trembl'd when he rose ; And ev'ry venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke . Such men ...
... hand Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand . No sycophant or slave , that dar'd oppose Her sacred cause , but trembl'd when he rose ; And ev'ry venal stickler for the yoke Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke . Such men ...
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... hand , ( A dire effect , by one of Nature's laws , Unchangeably connected with its cause ; ) But Providence himself will intervene , To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns ...
... hand , ( A dire effect , by one of Nature's laws , Unchangeably connected with its cause ; ) But Providence himself will intervene , To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene . All are his instruments ; each form of war , What burns ...
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... hand , Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's , stand , Beating alternately , in measur'd time , The clock - work tintinnabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him ...
... hand , Like the two figures at St. Dunstan's , stand , Beating alternately , in measur'd time , The clock - work tintinnabulum of rhyme , Exact and regular the sounds will be ; But such mere quarter - strokes are not for me . From him ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath bids blest boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms death Deist delight design'd distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fancy fear feel fill'd fire flow'r folly form'd frown give glory grace hand happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope hour human John Gilpin land learn'd light lov'd lyre mankind mercy mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once peace perhaps pine-apples pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian poet poet's pow'r praise pray'r pride proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight skies slave smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stand stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thought toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas virtue waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom worth youth
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Side 183 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Side 408 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Side 377 - Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Side 377 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!
Side 376 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or nought, Away went hat and wig; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
Side 395 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Arm'd 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.
Side 400 - Would'st 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 delight Seems so to be desir'd, perhaps I might.
Side 277 - No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below.
Side 231 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat. To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Side 277 - Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r, Whence all the music.