The Poetical Works of William Cowper, Volum 1J. Nichol, 1854 |
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... Soon after his mother's decease he was sent , at the age of six years , to a boarding - house , and here , originally of a morbid disposition , deprived of her watchful and gentle guidance , and flung abruptly among strangers , he ...
... Soon after his mother's decease he was sent , at the age of six years , to a boarding - house , and here , originally of a morbid disposition , deprived of her watchful and gentle guidance , and flung abruptly among strangers , he ...
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... soon to die . Such dreams are , we suspect , not uncommon among boys of nervous and imaginative temperament ; at least we know of one of this cast , who , about the age of twelve , was made miserable for many months by precisely the ...
... soon to die . Such dreams are , we suspect , not uncommon among boys of nervous and imaginative temperament ; at least we know of one of this cast , who , about the age of twelve , was made miserable for many months by precisely the ...
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... Soon after his arrival , at a place called Freemantle , about a mile from the town , in a clear and calm morning , the sun shining on the sea , and on the beautiful glades of the New Forest , the cloud of his melancholy disappeared as ...
... Soon after his arrival , at a place called Freemantle , about a mile from the town , in a clear and calm morning , the sun shining on the sea , and on the beautiful glades of the New Forest , the cloud of his melancholy disappeared as ...
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... soon as he came back to town , his malady returned in tenfold force . We cannot dwell on the melancholy history that follows , which , even in the graceful language of his own narrative , is absolutely appalling . Suffice it to say that ...
... soon as he came back to town , his malady returned in tenfold force . We cannot dwell on the melancholy history that follows , which , even in the graceful language of his own narrative , is absolutely appalling . Suffice it to say that ...
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... soon became much attached . He felt , however , Mr Newton's departure keenly , and the more as it was followed by the death of Sir Thomas Hesketh , his cousin's husband . But his friend Thurlow had now become chanceller , and Cowper ...
... soon became much attached . He felt , however , Mr Newton's departure keenly , and the more as it was followed by the death of Sir Thomas Hesketh , his cousin's husband . But his friend Thurlow had now become chanceller , and Cowper ...
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Side 208 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Side 389 - How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Side 399 - So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — " Did you admire my lamp," quoth he, ' As much as I your minstrelsy, ' You would abhor to do me wrong, ' As much as I to spoil your song ; ' For 'twas the self-same Power divine, ' Taught you to sing, and me to shine ; ' That you with music, I with light, ' Might beautify and cheer the night.
Side 209 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Side 388 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Side 178 - Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark ; But such as learning, without false pretence, The friend of truth, the associate of sound sense.
Side 209 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Side 189 - Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er, Conducts the eye along his sinuous course Delighted.
Side 209 - Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through ev'ry vein Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Side 352 - Though mangled, hack'd and hew'd, not yet destroy'd, The little ones unbutton'd, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...