The minor poems of William Cowper, Volum 1John Sharpe, 1818 - 108 sider |
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... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honour draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
... feels the imprison'd foe , Again pours ruin on the vale below . Ten thousand swains the wasted scene deplore , That only future ages can restore . Ye monarchs , whom the lure of honour draws , Who write in blood the merits of your cause ...
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... feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And say he wounded you in jest , By way of balm for healing . Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers , will be sure to hear The trumpet of Contention : Aspersion is the babbler's trade ...
... feeling , Will thrust a dagger at your breast , And say he wounded you in jest , By way of balm for healing . Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers , will be sure to hear The trumpet of Contention : Aspersion is the babbler's trade ...
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... Feels not the wants that pinch the poor , Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door , Imbittering all his state . The tallest pines feel most the power Of wintry blasts ; the loftiest tower Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that ...
... Feels not the wants that pinch the poor , Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door , Imbittering all his state . The tallest pines feel most the power Of wintry blasts ; the loftiest tower Comes heaviest to the ground ; The bolts that ...
Side 41
... feels within , Shows the same sadness every where , And slights the season and the scene . For all that pleased in wood or lawn , While Peace possess'd these silent bowers , Her animating smile withdrawn , Has lost its beauties and its ...
... feels within , Shows the same sadness every where , And slights the season and the scene . For all that pleased in wood or lawn , While Peace possess'd these silent bowers , Her animating smile withdrawn , Has lost its beauties and its ...
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... feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In nature's various robe , With wondrous skill ...
... feels no smart Enlivens all it sees ; Can make a wintry sky Seem bright as smiling May , And evening's closing eye As peep of early day . The vast majestic globe , So beauteously array'd In nature's various robe , With wondrous skill ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Aspasio beneath bestow'd bird boast BODHAM call'd Catharina cried dæmon dear death declension delight design'd divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dream dwell e'en earth ease express'd eyes fear feel flew flowers form'd friendship GEORGE ROMNEY Gilpin GLOW-WORM go snacks grace hear heard heart Heaven Jean Jacques Rousseau John Gilpin JOHN SHARPE knew Lady learn'd life's light live Mary mind muse ne'er neighbour never night numbers nymph o'er once pass'd peace PICCADILLY pine-apples pity poet poet's prove Puss quoth rest RICHARD WESTALL scene seem'd shine shore side sighs sight sing skies smile song soon sorrow sound spaniel storm sweet tears tell thee theme thine Thou hast thought Throckmorton toil treasure truth Twas verse VINCENT BOURNE voice waste whate'er WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM HAYLEY wind wing wish wish'd yonder youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 15 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Side 14 - 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?
Side 38 - ... of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow-worm by his spark; 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...
Side 53 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
Side 94 - What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come ; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road.
Side 15 - When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, 75 The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, 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 46 - With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. 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 9 - Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them ; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld : And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repeU'd : And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried —
Side 5 - 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 40 - 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 melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.