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... . Westall RA . del . J. Durand se and neatly tied Are wedded thus like beauty to old age , For int'rest sake , the living to the dead . New York , Published by R . & . W.A Bartow , 1821 . BY WILLIAM COWPER , OF THE INNER TEMPLE , ESQ.
... . Westall RA . del . J. Durand se and neatly tied Are wedded thus like beauty to old age , For int'rest sake , the living to the dead . New York , Published by R . & . W.A Bartow , 1821 . BY WILLIAM COWPER , OF THE INNER TEMPLE , ESQ.
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... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comfort it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comfort it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and , its associate in the most ...
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... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bowers to show thee here With what superior skill we can abuse ...
... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw Forth from thy native bowers to show thee here With what superior skill we can abuse ...
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... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
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... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom : His own coevals took ...
... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom : His own coevals took ...
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Poems: With a Biographical and Critical Introduction, Volum 2 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1852 |
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BARTOW beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK breath cause charge charms clime death deems delights distant divine dread dream e'en earth ease fair fame fancy fear feed feel field of glory flower folly fountain of eternal frown fruits give glory grace grave groves hand happy heart Heaven honour Hosanna human JOSEPH HILL king labour less live lost lyre mercy Mighty winds mind mischief muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once peace perhaps play pleasure plebeian praise prize proud prove rapture riddance rude rural sacred scene schools scorn seek seems shade shine sight slaves sleep sloth smile smooth Sofa song soon soul sound spare sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art toil touch trembling truth Twas virtue weary WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise wonder worth youth
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Side 50 - 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 178 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs, Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sovereign wisdom made them all.
Side 37 - Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man.
Side 162 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
Side 150 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar, and to anticipate the skies. Yet few remember them. They lived unknown, Till Persecution dragged them into fame, And chased them up to heaven.
Side 161 - And, seeking grace to improve the prize they hold, Would urge a wiser suit than asking more The night was winter in his roughest mood ; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Side 44 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Side 161 - Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence.
Side 100 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me.
Side 151 - He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes confederate for his harm Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green withes.