Selections from the Poetical Works of William CowperGinn & Company, 1898 - 243 sider |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 22
Side xlii
... beauty , welcomed withal by a discerning few , should not have broken the spell with which Pope's genius held the British public enthralled . With all Thomson's poetic merit , however , he was not equal to this . The poems of Collins ...
... beauty , welcomed withal by a discerning few , should not have broken the spell with which Pope's genius held the British public enthralled . With all Thomson's poetic merit , however , he was not equal to this . The poems of Collins ...
Side lviii
... and tender reminiscence of an early home , the quiet beauty of the verse in which all this is expressed , make this poem one of the best loved of Cowper's poems . On his ९९ lines To Mary , Sainte - Beuve , speaking lviii INTRODUCTION .
... and tender reminiscence of an early home , the quiet beauty of the verse in which all this is expressed , make this poem one of the best loved of Cowper's poems . On his ९९ lines To Mary , Sainte - Beuve , speaking lviii INTRODUCTION .
Side 12
... beauty , her fertility . She dreads . 370 An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious : oceans ...
... beauty , her fertility . She dreads . 370 An instant's pause , and lives but while she moves . Its own revolvency upholds the world . Winds from all quarters agitate the air , And fit the limpid element for use , Else noxious : oceans ...
Side 15
... beauty , when no cause For such immeasurable woe appears , These Flora banishes , and gives the fair 455 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same ...
... beauty , when no cause For such immeasurable woe appears , These Flora banishes , and gives the fair 455 460 Sweet smiles , and bloom less transient than her own . It is the constant revolution , stale And tasteless , of the same ...
Side 22
... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone 705 The powers of Sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incision of her guided steel She ...
... beauty to a stone , And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips . Nor does the chisel occupy alone 705 The powers of Sculpture , but the style as much ; Each province of her art her equal care . With nice incision of her guided steel She ...
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
९९ beauty beneath blank verse boast Book breath called cause charms Cowper wrote death delight distant divine dream earth ease English English poetry fair fame fancy fear feel flowers garden Gentleman's Magazine give grace groves hand happiness hast heart heaven Homer honour human Inner Temple John Gilpin John Newton King labour Lady Austen Lady Hesketh Lavendon letter to Newton letter to Unwin live London lost Madame Guyon mind naiad nature never night o'er Olney Olney Hymns once palmistry peace perhaps pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise Retirement Sainte-Beuve satire scene seems shine smile Sofa song soon soul sound Stopford Brooke sweet Task taste thee theme thine thou art thought Throckmorton toil truth verse Vincent Bourne virtue walk Weston William Bull William Cowper wind winter wonder Wordsworth
Populære avsnitt
Side 206 - I heard the bell tolled 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 '. — It was. Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Side 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Side 53 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live.
Side 25 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man.
Side 195 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Side 198 - I first took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade ! The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
Side 122 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.
Side 26 - 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 earned.
Side 208 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Side 151 - 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.