Poems, Volum 1Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson for J. Johnson, 1808 |
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... once the companion of their chosen hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and affiuence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn ...
... once the companion of their chosen hours , and who set out with them in early life in the paths which lead to literary honours , to influence and affiuence , with equal prospects of success . But he was suddenly and powerfully withdrawn ...
Side x
... they would , they cannot suppress . We have been too long in the secret ourselves , to account the proud , the ambitious , or the voluptuous , happy . We must lose the remembrance of what we once were , before x PREFACE .
... they would , they cannot suppress . We have been too long in the secret ourselves , to account the proud , the ambitious , or the voluptuous , happy . We must lose the remembrance of what we once were , before x PREFACE .
Side xi
William Cowper. lose the remembrance of what we once were , before we can believe , that a man is satisfied with him- self , merely because he endeavours to appear so . A smile upon the face is often but a mask worn occa- sionally and in ...
William Cowper. lose the remembrance of what we once were , before we can believe , that a man is satisfied with him- self , merely because he endeavours to appear so . A smile upon the face is often but a mask worn occa- sionally and in ...
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... once in Freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud Prerogative , not much rever'd , 1 A T Is seldom felt , though sometimes seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away ...
... once in Freedom's glorious cause . Thus proud Prerogative , not much rever'd , 1 A T Is seldom felt , though sometimes seen and heard ; And in his cage , like parrot fine and gay , Is kept to strut , look big , and talk away ...
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... Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along a 8.1 ) buA All , that should be the boast of British song . HEW " Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , I The prize of happier ...
... Once Chatham sav'd thee ; but who saves thee next ? Alas ! the tide of pleasure sweeps along a 8.1 ) buA All , that should be the boast of British song . HEW " Tis not the wreath , that once adorn'd thy brow , I The prize of happier ...
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beams beneath bids blest bliss boast call'd charms courser dear delight design'd divine docet dream Earth Edmonton errour ev'n ev'ry eyes fancy fear feel fire flow'rs folly fools form'd frown Gilpin give glory God's grace hand happy hast hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hour int'rest John Gilpin joys land light Lincoln's Inn Fields lov'd lust lyre mankind mercy mind muse Nature never o'er once pass'd peace pharisee pity plain pleasure poet poet's poor pow'r praise pray'rs pride prove rais'd sacred scene scorn Scripture seem'd shine sight skies slave smile song soon sorrow soul sound Stamp'd stand strain stream sweet taste teach telescopic eye thee theme thine thou thought thousand toil tongue trifler truth Twas VINCENT BOURNE Virg virtue waste Whate'er WILLIAM COWPER wisdom wrath YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY zeal
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Side 325 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
Side 319 - He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Side 227 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 226 - 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.
Side 277 - Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Side 171 - The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village, busied as they went In musings worthy of the great event : They spake of him they loved, of him whose life, Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife, Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
Side 319 - John he cried ; But John he cried in vain, That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might.
Side 278 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard, and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Side 122 - He loved the world that hated him : the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere ; Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life ; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Side 227 - I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts, that roam over the plain, My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.