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Side 6
... called patriot for no cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless
of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all
their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident , when palpably most wrong ; If
this ...
... called patriot for no cause , But that they catch at popular applause , Careless
of all the anxiety he feels , Hook disappointment on the public wheels ; With all
their flippant fluency of tongue , Most confident , when palpably most wrong ; If
this ...
Side 8
When freedom , wounded almost to despair , Though discontent alone can find
out where ; When themes like these employ the poet ' s tongue , I hear as mute as
if a syren ' sung . Or tell me , if you can , what power maintains ? A Briton ' s ...
When freedom , wounded almost to despair , Though discontent alone can find
out where ; When themes like these employ the poet ' s tongue , I hear as mute as
if a syren ' sung . Or tell me , if you can , what power maintains ? A Briton ' s ...
Side 15
... made , To turn a penny in the way of trade ; When avarice starves ( and never
hides his face ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue
inquires , how , where , or when , Though concience will have twinges now and
then ; .
... made , To turn a penny in the way of trade ; When avarice starves ( and never
hides his face ) Two or three millions of the human race , And not a tongue
inquires , how , where , or when , Though concience will have twinges now and
then ; .
Side 26
And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal musie on his
tongue , That He , who died below , and reigns above , Inspires the song , and
that his name is Love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing numbers
and ...
And tell the world , still kindling as he sung , With more than mortal musie on his
tongue , That He , who died below , and reigns above , Inspires the song , and
that his name is Love . For , after all , if merely to beguile , By flowing numbers
and ...
Side 44
Whoever errs , the priest can never be wrong , With such fine words familiar to his
tongue . Ye ladies ! for indifferent in your cause , I should deserve to forfeit all
applause ) Whatever shocks , or gives the least ' offence To virtue , delicacy , truth
...
Whoever errs , the priest can never be wrong , With such fine words familiar to his
tongue . Ye ladies ! for indifferent in your cause , I should deserve to forfeit all
applause ) Whatever shocks , or gives the least ' offence To virtue , delicacy , truth
...
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appears beneath bids busy cause charms close dark delight divine dream earth employ eyes face fair fall fancy fear feel fire force give glory grace ground half hand happy head hear heart heaven hope hour human joys kind land laws lead learned leave less light live look lost mankind mean meet mind muse nature never night once pain peace perhaps plain play pleasure poor praise pride prove race rest rich sacred scene scorn seems seen sense shine side sight skies smile soon soul sound speak stand stream sweet taste teach tell thee theme thine things thou thought thousand tongue touch true truth turn virtue waste wisdom wish wonder wrong
Populære avsnitt
Side 277 - His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So "Fair and softly...
Side 276 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more.
Side 207 - 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. 1 am out of humanity's reach, 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.
Side 279 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin — who but he ? His fame soon spread around, He carries weight ! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound...
Side 280 - 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!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.
Side 230 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Side 225 - And it seemed, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it ; it fell to the ground. And such...
Side 183 - Tis not, as heads that never ache suppose, Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes ; Man is a harp whose chords elude the sight, Each yielding harmony, disposed aright ; The screws reversed (a task which if He please God in a moment executes with ease) Ten thousand thousand strings at once go loose, Lost, till He tune them, all their power and use.
Side 209 - 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. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Side 283 - The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Poems, Volum 1 Poems, William Cowper |
| Forfatter | William Cowper |
| distribuert | 1806 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 25. sep 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |