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... breath of fame , Prompt his endeavour , and engage his aim . Debased to servile purposes of pride , How are the powers of genius misapplied ? The gift whose office is the Giver's praise , To trace him in his word , his works , his ways ...
... breath of fame , Prompt his endeavour , and engage his aim . Debased to servile purposes of pride , How are the powers of genius misapplied ? The gift whose office is the Giver's praise , To trace him in his word , his works , his ways ...
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... breath , And , smother'd in't at last , is praised to death . Yon cottager , who weaves at her own door , Pillow and bobbins all her little store , Content though mean , and cheerful , if not gay Shuffling her threads about the livelong ...
... breath , And , smother'd in't at last , is praised to death . Yon cottager , who weaves at her own door , Pillow and bobbins all her little store , Content though mean , and cheerful , if not gay Shuffling her threads about the livelong ...
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... breath . Who brought the lamp that with awak'ning beams Dispell'd thy gloom , and broke away thy dreams , Tradition , now decrepit and worn out , Babbler of ancient fables , leaves a doubt ; But still light reach'd thee ; and those gods ...
... breath . Who brought the lamp that with awak'ning beams Dispell'd thy gloom , and broke away thy dreams , Tradition , now decrepit and worn out , Babbler of ancient fables , leaves a doubt ; But still light reach'd thee ; and those gods ...
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... breath Sighs for his exit , vulgarly call'd death : For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant wisdom shoots across his way , By which he reads ...
... breath Sighs for his exit , vulgarly call'd death : For he , with all his follies , has a mind Not yet so blank , or fashionably blind , But now and then perhaps a feeble ray Of distant wisdom shoots across his way , By which he reads ...
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... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
... breath , A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death . The sable warrior , frantic with regret Of her he loves , and never can forget , Loses in tears the far receding shore , But not the thought that they must meet no more ; Deprived of ...
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The Poetical Works of William Cowper. [With a Memoir of Cowper by ..., Volum 1 William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1830 |
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Side 360 - 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.
Side 408 - 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.
Side 235 - 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.
Side 345 - 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 197 - Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Side 165 - 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 347 - And gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig; He lost them sooner than at first, For why — they were too big. Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She...
Side 217 - 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 487 - That pitiless perforce, They left their outcast mate behind, And scudded still before the wind. Some succour yet they could afford; And, such as storms allow, The cask, the coop, the floated cord, Delayed not to bestow.
Side 346 - But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The...