Poems, Volum 1J. Johnson, 1800 |
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... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon , Obfequious , from the cradle to the throne ; Before whofe infant eyes the flatt ...
... o'er life's narrow stage ; Then leave their crimes for history to scan , And ask with busy scorn , Was this the man ? I pity kings whom worship waits upon , Obfequious , from the cradle to the throne ; Before whofe infant eyes the flatt ...
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... o'er the scene . All are his inftruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at ftrife , The ftorms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to fcourge a guilty land ...
... o'er the scene . All are his inftruments ; each form of war , What burns at home , or threatens from afar , Nature in arms , her elements at ftrife , The ftorms that overset the joys of life , Are but his rods to fcourge a guilty land ...
Side 81
... O'er all his thoughts , and fwell'd his easy fail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayeft style , Like regimented coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as fhelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
... O'er all his thoughts , and fwell'd his easy fail : His books well trimm'd , and in the gayeft style , Like regimented coxcombs , rank and file , Adorn his intellects as well as fhelves , And teach him notions splendid as themselves ...
Side 82
... o'er the Chriftian's thorny road ! The foul , repofing on affur'd relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as the toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a fong . But the fame word , that , like ...
... o'er the Chriftian's thorny road ! The foul , repofing on affur'd relief , Feels herself happy amidst all her grief , Forgets her labour as the toils along , Weeps tears of joy , and bursts into a fong . But the fame word , that , like ...
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... o'er ev'ry country sown , With none on earth that thou canft call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that fitteft in the duft , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjuft ; Knock at the gates of nations , roufe their fears ; Say wrath is ...
... o'er ev'ry country sown , With none on earth that thou canft call thine own ; Cry aloud , thou that fitteft in the duft , Cry to the proud , the cruel , and unjuft ; Knock at the gates of nations , roufe their fears ; Say wrath is ...
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Poems: By William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. In Two Volumes. Vol. I-II. William Cowper Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1800 |
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Side 77 - Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Side 317 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here! Who bidst me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Side 265 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, 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.
Side 265 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Side 319 - Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capt, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we call'd the past'ral house our own.
Side 282 - Did you admire my lamp, quoth he, As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong, As much as I to spoil your song; For 'twas the...
Side 265 - 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 159 - Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils, And vengeance executes what justice wills. Again— the band of commerce was designed To associate all the branches of mankind ; And if a boundless plenty be the robe, Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Side 319 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Side 196 - He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home...