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Side 54
... divine , His office sacred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out It's thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As angels use , the Gospel whispers peace . He stablishes the strong , restores the weak , Reclaims ...
... divine , His office sacred , his credentials clear . By him the violated law speaks out It's thunders ; and by him , in strains as sweet As angels use , the Gospel whispers peace . He stablishes the strong , restores the weak , Reclaims ...
Side 58
... divine simplicity in him , Who handles things divine ; and all besides , Though learn'd with labour , and though much admir'd By curious eyes and judgments ill - inform❜d , To me is odious as the nasal twang Heard at conventicle ...
... divine simplicity in him , Who handles things divine ; and all besides , Though learn'd with labour , and though much admir'd By curious eyes and judgments ill - inform❜d , To me is odious as the nasal twang Heard at conventicle ...
Side 61
... divine . But Egypt , Greece , and Rome , Drew from the stream below . More favour'd we Drink , when we choose it , at the fountain head . To them it flow'd much mingled and defil'd With hurtful errour , prejudice , and dreams Illusive ...
... divine . But Egypt , Greece , and Rome , Drew from the stream below . More favour'd we Drink , when we choose it , at the fountain head . To them it flow'd much mingled and defil'd With hurtful errour , prejudice , and dreams Illusive ...
Side 75
... divine , a race obscene , Spawn'd in the muddy beds of Nile , came forth , Polluting Egypt : gardens , fields , and plains , Were cover'd with the pest ; the streets were fill'd ; The croaking nuisance lurk'd in every nook ; Nor palaces ...
... divine , a race obscene , Spawn'd in the muddy beds of Nile , came forth , Polluting Egypt : gardens , fields , and plains , Were cover'd with the pest ; the streets were fill'd ; The croaking nuisance lurk'd in every nook ; Nor palaces ...
Side 78
... Divine illumi- nation necessary to the most expert philosopher . -The question , What is truth ? answered by other questions . - Domestic happiness addressed again . - Few lovers of the country . — My tame hare . - Occupations of a ...
... Divine illumi- nation necessary to the most expert philosopher . -The question , What is truth ? answered by other questions . - Domestic happiness addressed again . - Few lovers of the country . — My tame hare . - Occupations of a ...
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast bramble breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human labour learn'd less liberty live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine shrubs skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 61 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Side 322 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here ! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Side 323 - I heard the bell toll'd 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?
Side 228 - Than cruelty, most devilish of them all. Mercy to him that shows it is the rule And righteous limitation of its act, By which Heaven moves in pardoning guilty man : And he that shows none, being ripe in years, And conscious of the outrage he commits, Shall seek it, and not find it, in his turn.
Side 210 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Side 237 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Side 325 - 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 delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Side 203 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept.
Side 38 - God made the country, and man made the town. What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught, That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the fields and groves...
Side 234 - Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of rest, the promised sabbath, comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world; and what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest...